You know how some people always have pictures of their kids? They make you look at them and expect you to think they are so cute. I am so weird. I didn't do much of that when my kids were little. If my kids were there in person, sure, I'd expect you to comment about them. But I didn't want to put you in the uncomfortable position of having to pretend like you cared when I pulled out a pic of them in their absence. WELL, times have changed. So has the content of the pictures.
It's ironic that while all this lovely stuff grows in the dirt (manure even), it looks so fresh and clean in the pictures. The colors up against the darkness of the soil is so lovely. And I know that I don't put anything in the garden outside of a fertilizer so those babies are good for eatin'. I do just pick stuff usually while I'm out there weeding (by hand). Even my girl, Natalie has spent hours of her summer weeding and helping out the plants. We consider the weeds to be thieves of our nutritious soil. The birds,too. But who can blame them all for wanting to feast? It is pretty pure stuff.
I love my garden. I can't even begin to tell you how grateful I am for every beautiful thing that is grown in it. I think that everyone should have a garden. To feel gratitude every single day is better than falling in love. I know that this blog is supposed to be about sugar, and I still love that too. However, the magic (I know it's science, but magic more adequately describes the emotional connection) that occurs when the little seed becomes something that nourishes my family and my friends still brings about something childlike and new in me. I wish I could start a neighborhood garden in the areas that need it the most. No one would ever be hungry.
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