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It’s Not a House Without a Garden

May 7th, 2009

When I was growing up every house we lived in had a garden.  My grandparents had been farmers and, even when my grandmother and mother lived in planned communities, they managed to find plots of land where we could grow vegetables.  Each morning my mother would go out and fuss with her tomato plants, propping them up and making sure they had the right amount of organic fertilizer.  Eventually I learned to love  growing things and I still manage to find a little dirt and fertilizer, no matter where I am.  My friends think it’s funny when I tend my loan tomato plant, growing on a window sill, but I tell them I’m just a farmer at heart.

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