Leroy and I went to the community
garden. This year we have not been very active in working there so I have not
felt as comfortable harvesting. However at the last neighborhood meeting it was
announced that green beans were ready. Often people do not come at the right
time so we went. In just four plants we had picked enough for a nice meal
tonight. We also picked a turnip that was almost totally above ground. It
needed rescuing, right? The kohlrabi was in the same rescuable state. They are
home now waiting for some more attention.
I have an old backpack that I use when
going to the garden. It did belong to son Brian a long time ago. I can’t
remember if he threw it in the garbage the year he graduated from high school
or college, but I think that was the first. I thought it was in much too good a
shape to toss so I pulled it out of the refuse pile. At some point I even sent
it in to the company to fix since they have a lifetime guarantee. They replaced
one of the zippers. It went to Slovakia with me where I used it almost daily. I
have used it almost always when I could walk to a store. Since we have lived in
this place I have acquired a new bag, but still kept the old. It goes to the
garden with me. I keep it loaded with a paring knife, various sized bags, and a
pair of garden gloves. The zipper still works, the leather bottom is still strong,
however; it looks tired. Glad I rescued this bag for a longer life of
usefulness. That is a great recycle story. Now if I could manage to do that
with a few other things in my life, the world would be a different place.
Paula
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