four years on: rebuilding our backyard vegetable garden
I still remember the smell of fresh earth from my childhood, helping my father plant tomatoes in our old backyard. Four years ago, my husband and I started our own vegetable patch, hoping to pass on those memories to our grandkids. But times have changed—our neighbors now debate whether neat lawns or wild veggie beds look better, and the HOA sends letters if a bean vine dares to wander.
This spring, after a harsh winter and endless talk about climate change, we decided to rebuild. The soil felt different—drier, maybe, or maybe it’s just me getting older. My daughter says we should try raised beds and drip irrigation, but I miss the old rows and the muddy knees. She worries about water bills; I worry about losing touch with the land.
Some folks in our community think vegetable gardens are messy, while others see them as a lifeline—especially with food prices rising. I can’t help but wonder: are we preserving tradition, or just stubbornly clinging to the past? As I plant the first seeds, I feel both hope and uncertainty. Maybe this new garden will bridge the gap between generations, or maybe it’ll just spark another debate at the next block party. Either way, the smell of fresh earth still brings me peace.
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