If you're thinking we don't celebrate Mother's Day around here, you'd be wrong. But it's still strange for me to celebrate my own Mother's Day. I'm still more inclined to think about my own mother than myself. Thank goodness others think of me. Like Shane, who gave me cards and a living rose bush and told me anything you want, we can do.
I want to build a garden.
And if this doesn't honor my own mother, I don't know what would. Because my mom? As I've said before, can grow enough food to feed a neighborhood, with the smallest plot of land available. She has the richest compost and worm castings, and this produces the most prolific supply of tomatoes, beans, peppers, lettuce and zucchini one could ask for. If only she didn't live 3 hours away, because it's tough to eat out of her garden on a daily basis.
In honor of my mother, we mixed concrete and set posts for our enclosure. We will not be feeding the local, burgeoning population of deer if we can help it. And we dreamed about the possibilities of nurturing our own little crop of food, just like I did as a child. I loved being in the garden with my mother, and when she would tell me to go outside and pick something for dinner, I would happily go outside with my bowl and see what I could find.
This garden's for you, mom. I hope that I can give to Jasmine exactly what you gave to me (and I wouldn't mind some help along the way).