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My parents had an organic farm in East Texas long before organic food was in fashion. (I always managed to be out of fashion, it is a gift.) The beauty of having a Catholic family with lots of children is a free workforce for enterprising parents such as mine.
Every fourth row in the garden was set aside for flowers planted to attract the insects off the vegetable crops. I remember standing barefoot in the garden furrows under giant sunflower stalks a foot taller than my head, and watching the tiny insects scamper happily around in the petals. I think that's where the seeds were first planted for my love of flowers - and the little critters of the world, too, no matter how small.
My wish for today: A day of my summer childhood, barefoot in the country, with months of reading and exploring before time for school to start again.
Thanks for the lovely memory, Nancy. I grew up with a gardening father and have your same memories...maybe not on your scale...but lovely still. Love your reds.
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