Thank you for teaching me how to loosen the roots, pull the weeds while they’re still small (great life lesson there), cultivate the dirt around the plants, squash those gross horn worms that try to eat the tomatoes, transplant perennials, and harvest okra. Thank you for letting me be all girly and everything, and plant marigolds in your vegetable garden. Thank you for spending time digging in the dirt with me after hours of work at “the office.” I will cherish the memories of being your garden girl my whole life through.
This summer I’m growing a garden with the kids, and I find myself saying, “Papa says the best time to pick weeds is after it rains, while the ground is still soft,” and “Mix the radishes in with the lettuce…we’ll make fresh salads in a couple weeks.”
Because of you, Dad, I will always love the country, the smell of dirt, and a cool evening spent in the garden. Because of you, I will use a vegetable garden to teach my kids about what it means to work hard, and find joy in it.
I love you.