The Farmer’s love is growing a beautiful, weed free garden.
His father was a vegetable truck gardener in the central valley, CA from the time the Farmer was about 4-5 years old. The Farmer began planting beans and corn at that young age. As he grew older, he worked in the garden before and after school. He and his Brother dug burr clover and johnson grass from the flower garden as a way to work off excess energy for Mama.
When we bought our first property, an acre, He began gardening on his own. Over the years, we moved sometimes we had a garden sometimes not. When we bought a nice home on 1/2 acre in Carmichael 13 years ago, the Farmer began gardening again in earnest. I told him the garden was fine, but too many times the weeds took over, I really didn’t want a garden all weedy, since the garden would be the main view from our deck.
The Farmer developed his drip system of watering and mulching between the rows. We had three huge sycamore trees that dropped millions of leaves each year and these were shredded used as mulch and tilled back into the soil each fall. His garden had no weeds!
From his consistent labor a garden grew that was the envy all who visited. 2010 was the last year he had a garden at this property.
Then we were able to move our RV trailer on the Church’s property to help as caretakers, October, 2011.
There is a peace about gardening, not too many people will fuss with the Farmer about when he plants and what he plants. Not too many people offer to weed or lay watering lines or pound posts to stake tomatoes and cucumbers.
The Farmer doesn’t really want or need the advice or help, it is his creation. He plants. He waters. He hoes. He ties and stakes. He weaves the cucumber tenderals into the field fencing. God gives the increase and blessing.
Both God and the Farmer stand back smiling looking at their handiwork and say, “It is very good.”