The clean, crisp spring wind hit my face as I stepped out our back door that evening in early May. I could smell the rain coming and quickly slipped into my rubber boots. If we didn’t plant the garden tonight, it wouldn’t get done.
The thaw had come late this year, and then it started raining, making it impossible to get into our garden plot with the tiller. Now, we were desperate. It had started to become warm out and the planting time was almost past.
We had only tilled two rows in the garden so far, but that was
as good as it was going to get. I cringed thinking about how hard it would be to weed and maintain an untilled garden.
There was nothing to do for it, though, so untilled it would be. I bounced off the porch, five little siblings in tow. We all headed for the pole barn where Dad was waiting to give us each our task.
“Donny, get a spade. Dave, can you find a stake and some string?”
“What can I do Daddy?” Was the cry that came from the three youngest. “You all go get those flats of plants and bring them carefully over to the garden.”
A happy squeal erupted from little Mary, Roene, and Jo as they raced off to do their daddy’s bidding.
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