A little reminiscence, please?
When I was growing up - that's a v---e---r---y l---o---n---g time ago - my mother lived for her garden on Cape Cod! I cannot forget the taste of her fresh veggies, especially the corn!
When the pot was boiling, she'd tell me to go pick several ears. I was to shuck them immediately, leaving everything in her compost heap. Then, I was to bring the ears up to the house at once!
Nothing better than corn that fresh! Or, for that matter, so many other goodies that she grew: tomatoes, peas, green beans, spinach, . . .!
If only I could have the strength to work a garden here in The Villages . . .!
SWR
