This morning on Winnipeg’s Morning News, I revealed a story–a true story–about one of my first garden shopping experiences. It was not a flattering story by any means, and even some of my co-workers said I can’t believe you told it on the radio !
Well I’m not ashamed to admit my failings, and further it was a great bonding moment with my Father so…in case you missed it.
Many years ago when I bought my first home and decided to plant my first garden, I asked my Dad to come with me. This was a smart move on my behalf quite frankly. My father had spent a couple of summer’s working in the English Garden at Assiniboine Park, and this man loved-loved to get into the mud. So who else would I bring to the nursery with me to help choose what to plant?
After choosing which flowers would go where, it was time to move on to the vegetable garden. My Dad said…”well, what do you want to plant?” My response was as follows….”I’d like a whole bunch of PICKLE PLANTS !” My father stood and looked at me with a somewhat stupefied look on his face. Now I thought it was because the man never enjoyed eating pickles so why should I plant them? Ummm….nope.
He tried to tell me that there was no such thing as a pickle plant but I absolutely refused to believe him. He then suggested I should ask the nice lady working at the nursery to see if she could help. I did. Enough said…..
This some 20 plus years later has now become a long-standing and running joke between he and I. And you know what? I love it.
Now get out there–enjoy the great weather–and plant some pickles would ya?!