A Garden Is for Growing
Source I grew up surrounded by families and friends who had converted the better part of their backyards into vegetable gardens. My grandfather, in particular, who had immigrated from Europe, oh so long ago, had made a third of his backyard into a garden. I can remember as a child helping him plant the potatoes, tomatoes, beans and corn, while he continued with the cabbages, peppers, onions and garlic as I had gone in to have ice cream. My grandfather being Catholic, always prayed over his seeded garden, trusting in our good Lord to help the crops grow that particular season, and he let the garden do its thing- to grow and supply us with "the best vegetables anywhere", as my grandpa would say. Each passing day my grandfather would sit outside on his green plastic rocking chair and watch the garden grow. He would sit back, watch the birds go by and scare them away if they got too close to the garden. He tended to the garden, pulling each weed out, and ensuring there was enou