Some childhood gardening memories are sprinting around like wild horses in my mind. Why did I suddenly think of those days? Was it the gardeners working on campus who diverted my attention or was it just a mere random occurrence? Well, in any case, I thought it would be nice to share these memories with you…
We didn’t have a garden..people living in flats can’t dream of gardens! But we had a terrace. And my father was determined to try his hand at gardening (and not just pots with flowers)!
We bought mud, dung, earthworms, etc and a lot of seeds! The goal was to grow vegetables…this was interesting…challenging…exciting!
We decided on a corner of the terrace where we would make the manure. We put all our organic waste from the kitchen into that huge mound and let it rot! Obviously we needed to water proof the terrace so our house wouldn’t leak at places because of this endeavour.
And then the vacations arrived.
We got the pots out. My father, a first timer with veggies himself, led the way. I followed blindly. We laughed and had fun while we worked on the garden for a couple of hours each day before dad had to go to work.
There was all kinds of stuff to be done. Pots to be filled with manure, some fertilizer mix that looked like mustard seeds, watering the soil and making it friendly enough for growth of the sweet seeds we were going to sow, etc.
Well, maybe you guys use gloves to do these things…but we just got out there and got our hands dirty!
We planted the seeds. Coriander, carrots, onions, spinach, tomatoes, okra (there must have been many more that I can’t remember right now!)…
And then the long wait…watering the plants became a part of our regular routine. And we had to pay special attention to the monkeys that ate tiny shoots, insects that could retard the growth, etc.
Finally they arrived!
Coriander was probably the first to show up! The tender tiny leaves came to say Hi and we were filled with joy…and when it was time to go to school again, I could enjoy at least 2 tiny sweet carrots every morning (these ones grown in shallow plastic tubs that were earlier for washing clothes!). We reaped the benefits of our labour. And how sweet they tasted!
I didn’t realize then that I was making memories. But today, they have been frozen as some of my sweetest memories with dad…and something to talk about with you beautiful people! 🙂