A Little Encouragement for the Garden

The gardener in my family was my dad. He had a two acre garden and I don’t think anything ever failed there. Not for him, anyway. I sometimes called it his hobby, but he ran it like a business - which made sense because he was a farmer. We would buy carrots. They didn’t grow big enough in our garden to satisfy him. We bought celery because nobody grows celery in this area. And we would buy…