My ma had the most awesome organic garden. She had every veggie known to man and some we had no clue what they were.
Despite it being the source of so much deliciousness, we kids hated that garden, because we had to go out and weed it every weekend.
It was only when I finally had a garden of my own, when we lived way out in the hills of northern California, that I really appreciated having gown up with such bounty. Or how much more work it was than Ma’s garden! Hers was small – ours was a full acre!