Comments on: Summer Gardening + Seed Giveaway

By: Hey, I’m a winner! « Jimmy Cracked Corn

Hey, I’m a winner! « Jimmy Cracked Corn — Sun, 21 Mar 2010 06:05:18 +0000

[...] pollinated, seeds, winner Marisa of the blog Food in Jars posted today that I was the winner of her contest giving away a nice packet of Survival Seeds from HomeTownSeeds.com! Hooray! And what luck, because I was [...]

By: Julie

Julie — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 05:01:08 +0000

WOW, that’s a lot of comments! Not sure if I’ve missed the mark… I have memories of my nephew eating a slug, and my son, naked in the dirt with a popsicle that wound up covered in mud. My best garden memory is relatively dull; bent over weeding and digging with my mom and sister, and of course the feeling of plucking dinner from the garden. I’m going to a big seed exchange tomorrow and am so excited about it – I’d love to be on the receiving end of some!

By: Sarah

Sarah — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 02:29:24 +0000

Growing up my family had a large garden. One of my favorite things though was growing pumpkins. The pumpkin fairy used to come and our names would grow into the pumpkins. As a kid, I thought this was the coolest thing. The secret: my dad carved our names into the pumpkins as they grew and it would scar them.

By: Brie

Brie — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 02:28:50 +0000

About 6 months ago, my long time boyfriend and I stayed at the Standford Inn in Mendocino. They grow all their own fruits and veggies that are used for their restaurant. We spent hours everyday either gazing at them from our window, or walking through them. It was that trip that really made us realize how remarkable nature is.

By: Camille

Camille — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 02:07:13 +0000

When I was growing up in Atlanta, GA, my dad had a vegetable garden in our back yard. (Or, well, he did until we moved when I was 12 or so…our new back yard was small and shady.) Curiously, the only thing I can remember him growing is tomatoes. I’m pretty sure there were other things, maybe beans, and peppers? But to this day, the distinctive green smell of a tomato plant just brings me right back to that little garden by the back yard fence.

By: twitch

twitch — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 01:26:05 +0000

I am an eager but slothful gardener. The first year I had a vegetable garden at this house, after the yard had been fallow for years, it went berserk. This is NOT due to any gardening prowess on my part, just luck. By the end of the season my boyfriend had to hold me upside down by the ankles to hang into it and harvest gigantic pink banana squashes. The cucumbers that grew up the corn stalks were slightly easier, but the corn got taller than that in the fields here in Wisconsin.

By: Elysse L

Elysse L — Sat, 20 Mar 2010 01:00:39 +0000

I remember sitting in my grandma’s garden, breathing in the dill and then eating as much as I could. Dill is still one of my favorite herbs, and I can’t get enough of the smell. Of course, after the dill I would move on to the raspberry patch, chase out all the quails, and then demolish every last juicy berry.

By: Claire

Claire — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 22:46:25 +0000

We’ve had a few small, raised beds for a number of years now. One of my favorite memories is of my daughter, about 14 or 15 months old, toddling around the beds with a full watering can, barely able to hold it, flooding all the plants with a deluge of water. And then later that summer, having her harvest some radishes when the sprinklers turned on and gave her first experience of summer running the sprinklers. Her little shocked face was priceless.

By: Elizabeth

Elizabeth — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 18:41:31 +0000

This is our first year seriously planning our garden, and I’d love to be able to harvest seeds from our own plants. It’s just a beautiful little life-cycle occurring in your own backyard!

My mom always maintained a garden, and I never understood why. It always seemed like sooo much time and work (and dirt!) for a couple flowers that die a season later.

Then we planted cucumbers and I got it.

What started off as a couple tiny seeds turned into a huge prickly creeping plant with curly tentacles that outgrew its plot and nearly consumed our patio. We watched it grow and doubted its potential to yield anything useful – certainly not the “real” produce we found in the grocery store! My sister and I finally faced this awesome beast when we got to pick one lucky cucumber for our dinner salad.

We’d gingerly lift the spikey leaves until we spotted the perfect green gourd-like cucumber (bigger was better so we compared on our hands how big “ours” was). Regardless of whose cuke won, it was always delicious!

A few years later we added green peppers to our garden which our dog happily picked for us. He’s still an odd (old) dog.

Love your blog!

By: Lisa

Lisa — Fri, 19 Mar 2010 16:14:21 +0000

I’m trying to think of just one memory, but it’s sort of an impressionistic blur of taking compost to the pile with Grandpa, translplanting seedlings with my mom, choosing plants at a nursery with my grandmother — basic sharing/learning/growing in the dirt on a sunny day with people I love. More recently, I’ve been trying to take advantage of every tiny patch of dirt at my little house, and my gardening-deprived husband is loving every minute of it — he adores weeding! and ohmygod, you sould hear him say good morning to the peas & tomatoes!