Last year we (and by we I mean my husband, his brother and their little helper) built a raised vegetable garden. I thought it would be fun to have the kids help grow some of our food and learn a little bit about the whole process along the way. This reminded me of my childhood gardening experiences. My parents didn’t have a little garden in the back yard, they had a really, really big one. We planted dozens of different vegetables. I was forced into child labor and had to pull weeds and pick beans all summer long. At least that is how I remember it. We canned tomatoes in every form imaginable, froze corn and “put-up” beans. As a child I hated green beans. Kneeling over squatty little bean bushes in the hot sun looking for little pods I didn’t want to ever eat was not how I wanted to spend my summer days. I harbor a little bean-picking resentment. Now back to MY garden.
I planted strawberries, tomatoes, lettuce, spinach, radishes, zucchini, peppers, and wouldn’t you know it, BEANS!