There is something about my Mom’s garden that is comforting and soothing. We’ve lived in this house for almost 2 decades and I realize now that whenever I feel a sad, I spend time in her garden. I don’t actually do any gardening and cannot boast that I have a green thumb. My mom and her reliable ‘”assistant” do all the tilling and planting. I just wander with the dogs and cat.
Late last year, my mom decided to plant vegetables in her garden again. She first did this when I was in 5th grade. I would come home from school, still in my uniform, and would head straight to the garden to harvest tomatoes and okra with her. Now, our backyard has become a quaint vegetable garden which is great for cooks like me. There’s nothing like using freshly harvested, organic vegetables and herbs for simple dishes. It’s almost good for the soul.