Back when I was in high school, my mom had a small vegetable garden in our backyard. At the time, I didn't appreciate the fresh produce, in fact-in my teenage mind, it didn't make sense to me that she would put forth all of that work for something she could just simply pick up at the grocery store. She tried to get me interested, but this was when I was young, thin, and cute, and didn't have time for such things. We had all kinds of salad fixings and I refused to eat salad. I called it "rabbit food." Boy, was I stupid or what?Now, as I settle in to middle age, I truly understand the value of home grown fruits and vegetables. I wish I had the time, patience, and inclination to plant produce. I have grown to LOVE salads. I have a lunch of salad more often than not. And with the price of fresh veggies skyrocketing, I could save a grip.
Now, I need to figure out if anything will even grow here in the land of brutal sun or if I'll have to make some provisions. And the next time Mom comes down to visit, she really needs to show me how to get started. I think I will definitely be more attentive this time.
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