Puester wrote:
> Felice Friese wrote:
>> Well. not 500, but ...
>>
>> Back in days of yore, I would sometimes get up of a late summer
>> morning and find the kitchen counters laden with tomatoes that needed
>> to be dealt with <now>. My husband would get up at dawn, haul the
>> tomatoes in to the kitchen, and then slip out to work before I was
>> awake. It usually happened on a day when I had promised to take the
>> kids swimming.
>>
>> Felice
>>
>
>
> When we lived in New England we used to go on vacation for one or two
> weeks ending on Labor Day. When we got back home, I'd begin laundry and
> unpacking and my husband would inspect the garden. Invariably he would
> return to the house with a bushel of tomatoes for me to can or freeze,
> saying "Happy Birthday."
>
> The tomatoes would be followed by overgrown zucchini, peppers, melons,
> corn...and I wouldn't be a happy camper.
>
> gloria p
When we lived in Texas, where I grew up and our kids still live, we had
a large garden. We also had a good friend and neighbor who also had a
large garden. We synchronized our trips so the other could take care of
the garden and for that chore he got to harvest what came in. My
favorite time we did that is when his huge thornless blackberry patch
all ripened in one week. My word, we made blackberry jelly, jam, put it
in the freezer, made cobblers every night for dinner, even made about
ten gallons of blackberry wine. I think John's favorite time was when
our tomatoes all got ripe while we were gone, he loved those things and
about made himself and his whole family sick eating them. Not to mention
canning a ton of them. We had fifty tomato plants that year and it was a
good year for tomatoes.

Sigh! We miss that garden and that old house of ours but someone else
lives there now and they don't even garden, just mow everything like a
park. Good memories come out of gardening and then putting the food by
you grew.

George, off to bed after a long day of doing nothing