I have a fondness for onions. My feelings are not because onions are one of the most used vegetables across cultures or that this pungent member of the lily family was an object of worship for early Egyptians. For me the innocent looking bright green scallions and the grown up white onions with elegant long green stems bound at the bottom by a scraggly tuft of roots for sale in the Farmers’ market remind me of my first garden.
My recollection is that I was about six years old. For weeks that spring I had pestered my grandmother, begging her to let me have a separate garden. My grandmother and grandfather gardened on a grand scale, an acre of great variety – corn, cabbage, peanuts, kale, several types of squash, sweet potatoes and of course, tomatoes large and small.
Kathryn
I have come upon this Christmas eve of 2015.
remembering how much I did with my grandfather,father and mother.and why we garden today.
such a feeling of gratitude see the flowers or veggies growing up (just like a child).THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES!!!!
I really love this piece again as we discussed because it’s so dear to me my history and memory of my mother on paper to through her own creative talent .