When I first married, I was quite surprised to learn that I had married a pioneer. Oh, yes. He liked gardening. I don’t mean the kinda’ gardening like my mama used to do; roses. No, we moved around so much that the only gardening I ever recall her doin’ was up to three rose bushes. Naturally, I grew up with a rather slanted view of gardening.
Then, I got married. Our apartment was in the midst of several businesses, with a parking lot taking up the bulk of everything in the center; our part of the parking lot, included. Our asphalt front yard (aka parking lot) was soon transformed by the addition of seemingly tons of rich black dirt and worms; the fishin’ kind. I thought that was interesting because if you had asked me what the makings of a good garden were, I’m sure I woulda’ told you Potting Soil. Who knew that a garden could be started in plain ol’ ordinary dirt? Hmph! Go figure.
Anyway, I watched as my good hubby-buddy magically changed the lay of the land from ugly black asphalt to beautiful green and luscious plant life; of course, leaving everyone else’s parking areas alone. But he wasn’t done, yet. Nope! As time marched forward, he tended that beautiful garden and treated it like one might treat a beloved pet. No weed was allowed to linger and people from all those businesses; especially, little old ladies from the beauty shop, often stopped by to admire the yield. Usually, that meant they also went away with bags full of veggies to take home. Remember this, as I was somehow oblivious to what was going on, myself.
Then one day, when it seemed to me that the garden had reached its full capacity, my good hubby-buddy got a wild-hair and suggested that we can summa’ the food from the garden. Whoa! I told you that he had a great imagination! I could hardly wait to see how he was gonna’ put those lids on the cans.
I waited and watched, but he never even looked at a can. Nope; he decided to use jars, instead; Mason, Kerr… you’ve prob’ly even seen some. Interesting. I accepted his choice, as he seemed to know what he was doing. When he was finished we had many jars, all lined up on our shelves in a variety of colors and sizes. It made me feel very married and quite stable, actually.