Harvest!

Our bishop gave us some land at the end of our complex. He said, “plant it in the ground and the good Lord will bring it up.” He’s a wise old farmer guy. I like him. 

So, Tyler tilled. We planted. We weeded. And it grew. And grew. And grew. We had beans out our ears. And now - who knew there’s a second harvest with these things? The peas were good. The spinach and lettuce was only good for a couple weeks – don’t know if it was worth it. The broccoli was on fire. The red potatoes. Good grief, there are so many. The cucumbers are all over the place - how does one eat all of these? And the corn. Strong and tall but no quite there.

Of course some things didn’t work. Like the carrots. We thought they were weeds and we nearly picked the lot of ‘em. We are very good at weeding. And the poor, sweet watermelon. The two of them grew to the size of baseballs. Both took to rotting. They were super cute though.

There’s just something about eating stuff you worked hard to grow. It’s like pioneerish, in a good way. The pioneers were strong and resourceful. And we freeze beans and corn in our freezer.