With your post, you have awakened in me so many warm family memories of farming in my childhood!
My grandfather had a cottage of six acres. He made terraces on it and built a warm cozy house and a spacious gazebo.
The land plot was near a small lake, far from the hustle and bustle of the city.
How I loved to relax in the country! Time by the water under a willow or with a book on a huge old walnut - the most intimate moments of my childhood!
But I also remember well how I did not want to help my grandfather in the garden! And as soon as I had the right to refuse due to age (that is, I began to understand that I could refuse), I practically stopped helping my grandfather. However, I still came with pleasure to relax and enjoy the harvest.
Now I have moved from the city to the countryside and work in the garden, with my animals and birds!
I love this life!
Why? Because from childhood I was surrounded by adults who brought joy to work on earth!
We will never invite our children to do something that we don't like, that makes us angry and drains us!
I think that your sweet grandmother passed on to you the love of the earth - the most important skill for a future gardener!
Now I am raising my daughter. She is two and a half years old and I take her with me for all the work on our estate. I try to show her everything in an interesting and joyful way, explaining how carrots grow and why you can’t eat green berries 😂 And I wish her to love working with the earth and cooperation with nature, so that she enjoys every day of every season!
Thank you for the warm memories.🧡
Aww, I hope your daughter turns into a gardener some day!
Sometimes I wish I lived away from the city. But I could also just bring the farm to the city. Make complete use of the space we have!
It sounds like you have fond memories of gardening.
Yes, I have a lot of warm memories of my country childhood, but they do not concern how I did gardening, but how much joy, inspiration and cheerful excitement it brought to the adults around me!
This is what led me to the idea that the city is not a place to live. Perhaps for earnings, perhaps for entertainment, but I need to live surrounded by nature, where we came from. It's my personal opinion.
I also really hope that, thanks to the upbringing in nature, my daughter will accept it as her own.