As a child, I lived in the city, but we often spent time out in the country visiting my grandparents. That is where my love for nature and gardening began. My Granny and PawPaw lived off the land as much as they could. Granny would go hiking and gather blackberries for her preserves, grew peaches in the backyard, and cultivated muscadine vines (the only grapes indigenous to North America and beloved by Southerners). My PawPaw tilled the soil and planted green beans, okra, corn, and the most delicious tomatoes you ever tasted. They sometimes had chickens and pigs as well… and the catfish were well stocked in their pond for evenings of deep-fried catfish and hushpuppies that my PawPaw would carefully and lovingly cook in the deep fryer in the basement.
And then there were the flowers…. Granny just knew how to grow them. Most of them she propagated and cultivated herself because there wasn't the money to hire a landscape designer nor would it have ever occurred to her to hand that lovely task over to someone else. The front yard was always well kept and full of blooming azalea and dogwood in the spring, irises and red-hot-pokers in the summer.
I didn’t know what riches I had until, as a college student, I had my first tastes of store-bought jellies and vegetables. In that contrast is where my love for gardening and cooking grew in me. In the two homes I’ve had, I’ve tried to bring that care for the land that my grandparents taught me to my home. My most recent home was nothing but weeds and a dead tree when my soon-to-be husband and I bought it. We lovingly created a garden reflecting both native Southern plants as well as ones that are loved by Southerners, such as azalea. We build the pond and flagstone patio where we would have our wedding that was filled with so much love and joy and celebration.
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