I do a surprising amount of homemaker things, despite not being a full-time homemaker. I bake, knit, cook and garden. Yet I refuse to can (or raise chickens).
My parents observed this about me on a recent visit. They said I was their "gardener" daughter. I was a bit taken aback. There are other differences between me and my siblings. Fortunately, gardener is a positive label, and not related to the fact that I'm their only child with offspring.
Tomato plants in the front yard of my old house |
For some things (like the raspberry bushes), it's just a matter of weeding. Our back yard is a step away from returning to midwestern forests.
I took the observation from my parents as a compliment. I don't know that it's something I'll do for the rest of my life, but for now, it fits.
2 comments:
It never really occurred to me that each of your other five siblings is an apartment-dweller. I don't even have a potted plant...
That is a wonderful title. It is something that I have been thinking about doing too. I have no idea how though, other than pulling weeds. I have a peach tree that I don't know how to take care of. I even started a compost pile, but have stopped adding to it. Someone told me they attract rats. One day, I'd like to figure out or learn all about gardening.
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