The Summer Garden Ends and the Fall Garden Begins
This time of year makes me think of gardening with my grandmother. I can remember warm summer evenings in the vegetable garden, pulling weeds, and picking vegetables. We would spend Saturday morning shelling beans, shucking corn on the front porch as cars occasionally passed by on our country road. When it got hot we would move to the kitchen and wash vegetables in the sink. Sundays we would listen to gospel and country records while we would eat cornbread, beans, sweet corn, and okra that my grandmother had spent the morning preparing.