Tucker McBride

Return to a time when a boy could be a boy; when life was more clear from the top branch of a tree; when a kid could trade anger and disappointment for action and adventure; when the whole neighborhood was his playground; and the sloppy kiss from a dog could make everything right.

Saturday, May 1, 2021

The Vebetable Garden

In Indiana, Gramma would finally begin to see some of her vegetables peek out of the spring ground. The seed catalog would be put away in Uncle Jacob's stack of magazines on the over-loaded desk in the entry hall. Tucker rarely got into Uncle Jacob's things. His uncle was like an awakened bear when his things were moved. 

Grandpop did the planting. He got up early every day. So morning planting was not a problem. Although most of the time, weeding the garden was Tucker and his sister Betsy's job. By now, the hand plow would have been substituted for a hoe or two. 

The family loved most vegetables like the ones in the picture. In the summer, Tucker would pull a carrot out of the ground, wipe it off under his arm, and bite off a delicious, crunchy bite.

In our town, there's a community garden. Those who want to participate have a space to plant whatever vegetables their family enjoys. Perhaps you don't plant a garden. But you could still have fun with it.

Draw various vegetables you would plant in your garden on paper. Google the major vitamins in each one and add that to the picture - rows of tomatoes, corn stalks, and cabbage.

My grandmother was the president of the Garden Club in a town in Ohio. Her garden planting wasn't complete until she added a row of flowers on the outer edge of the garden, facing the street. A well-balanced, colorful planting was especially important to a well-balanced life.

Enjoy planning and drawing your garden. Get your hand in God's dark soil, and you will grow the peace He offers.


Copyright 2021 Doris Gaines Rapp

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