This is a true story I wrote a few years ago. It's been on the website but I thought I would add it here. Hope you enjoy it.
I have lived here on the farm (‘R Garden) most all my life. Of course, as a teenager working and helping out was not at the top of my list of things to do. Mowing the grass was one of my jobs and by mowing the grass I don’t mean with a lawn mower; it was a bush hog on the back of a tractor. Hey, at least I got a good tan which then was a great thing. So now, my husband and the kids do the mowing. It still isn’t on my top 10 to do list.
I tell everyone that I have been left on the side of every road in Craven County with a trailer full of vegetables and change money. In truth, it was in front of the old Yellow Bird skating rink on Old Cherry Pt. Rd. Mom would say, “I’ll be back in an hour or so to check on you.” I guess you could say it was good training for the farmer’s market. Times were different then and I wouldn’t change a thing about it.
I have to say, it wasn’t until I hit my 30’s that I realized how much this farm means to me and how I feel about it. Putting seeds in a pot waiting for that first little hump with green underneath really makes me smile. Making a cutting from a plant and patiently waiting for a sign that it has started growing roots makes a good feeling grow inside of me. Waiting for the first vegetable of each variety to be picked and eating them is truly a culinary joy. Having my children grow up in much the same way I did is comforting in this ever changing world.
Now, knowing that farming is truly in my blood and wanting farming to be more a part of my life, I told Mom that I was just a “Late Bloomer”.