Powdertown: Our Garden |
Here we are with my little blue wagon, the real "work horse" of my childhood. The wagon was not only good for playing and for walks to the lake, but also for helping out with chores. "Little Blue" was small enough to fit between the garden rows and large enough to carry the daily yield of veggies. Once the harvesting of vegetables was done, my Mom would start the laborious task of "canning."
Dad worked that garden after working long hot days in a factory and Mom would stand over a steaming pot for days "canning" veggies in a non air-conditioned small house. They didn't have to do this, they just did it! I feel immensely blessed to have grown up in my family. My parents always provided for us, taught us about hard work, and most importantly, how to enjoy the simple things in life.
Thanks for stopping by this week!
Dad worked that garden after working long hot days in a factory and Mom would stand over a steaming pot for days "canning" veggies in a non air-conditioned small house. They didn't have to do this, they just did it! I feel immensely blessed to have grown up in my family. My parents always provided for us, taught us about hard work, and most importantly, how to enjoy the simple things in life.
Thanks for stopping by this week!
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