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I grew up in the country. Big backyard, forest beyond, and a pond for skating in the winter. In the summer we picked wild flowers, sour apples, and gooseberries from the bush and brought them home. The apples could only be eaten when dipped in sugar and the gooseberries were so green that they puckered our mouths when we popped them in and crunched on the seeds.

It’s easy, sometimes, to romanticize what you don’t have any more.

We had a large green vegetable garden each year, with small sections (about four feet square) for each of us children, and we were responsible for the planting and maintenance of our own plot. I planted yellow beans, lettuce, and a few other vegetables from seed, and we had a cherry tomato plant each with tiny yellow flowers that burst into ripe red globes of fruit.

We had a dirt box out back…

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