LAUREL COUNTY, Ky. — For decades my wife has been telling people that she has been getting stuff out of “her garden.”“Her” tomatoes are getting ripe, “she” has an abundance of cucumbers and zucchini and yellow crook-neck squash and “her” peppers and eggplant are all coming in all at once and, “what on earth do you do with all that stuff”, she inquired of colleagues, friends and neighbors.
The truth of the matter is that after seeing a little garter snake there among the bean vines many years ago, Loretta did not set foot in “her” garden unless it was to pick a big tomato where the vine had inadvertently fallen onto mown grass and the fruit was lying there like a big, lost, red, croquet ball there on the edge of the lawn.
And sometimes, when the vines got away from me, she might find a straight-8 cucumber in her parking spot there at the end of the drive, 20 years ago, when we were living in a big rented house up on 52 that had the best, big, vegetable garden spot I’ve ever seen or ever will unless I get to Heaven and St. Peter is passing out garden plots and all the seeds and stuff you have to have to grow one.
But this year has been remarkably different. Because of my ongoing disagreement with Mr. Parkinson and the residual effects of a stroke more than a year ago, Loretta came to realize that “her garden” was not going to happen unless she got right out there with me in the dirt and clay we call a garden. I should have taken pictures because we seeded the garden together and have hobbled through it with Ralph’s Miracle Hoe and sort of kept the weeds down.
So we’ve had a ton of veggies throughout the spring and early summer and Loretta can give stuff to all her family and buddies and legitimately claim that it came from “our garden.”