Digging RI is two years old! It’s been an interesting journey, and while I still can’t figure out the ups and downs of our blog stats, I think I am getting to understand what readers are interested in.
I know you folks are not usually particularly enthralled by my bouts of introspection, but I think that one is called for on an anniversary such as this, so please bear with me.
I was working in my vegetable garden, weeding the pole beans, and as usual, my mind began to wander. (cue science fiction music and blurry images) I thought about pioneer women and how they had tended their gardens much the same way I was doing at that moment. I wondered whether their minds wandered like mine while they were engaged in these tasks or if they were so focused or worried about attacks by wild animals that they didn’t have that luxury.
For the settlers, the vegetable garden was truly a life or death undertaking. They brought their treasured seeds with them over hundreds of miles, and they didn’t have time for experimentation or whimsies such as purple lettuce. They traded with Native Americans, who introduced them to corn, beans, squash, melons and certain fruit trees. They planted what they knew produced well for their families, and their children were taught how to help at a very early age. (Makes me wonder what they’d think of the “Disney Garden”!)
Of course there were no freezers back then, so every woman knew how to preserve, pickle or otherwise store her harvest. In years when the harvest was poor, the family usually went hungry. Can you imagine what it would be like if your bean or potato crop was that important?
I have to thank my frequent blogging pal, HerbDoc for her interesting and useful posts. Thanks also to Auntie Beak for her technical expertise and occasional contributions, and to Elderberry for her contributions as well.
Thanks most of all to you for reading these musings, for your comments (I LOVE reading the comments!) and for generally supporting the blog. You gardeners are the best!