What a beautiful story! Thanks for sharing

You wrote a wonderful article, full of pass-along knowledge.

That was a terrific story!

I garden at the school I work at with my class. It is one of their favorite lessons of the entire year.

I volunteer at the local elementary school where we have a garden. It truly is a great feeling to know I've "passed along" a bit of knowledge every week to some kids who may or may not get another chance to garden in their lives.

Please, if you live in the South where we can garden through a lot of the school year, take some time to find out if your local school has a garden, and sign up to volunteer there. You'll be amazed what you can teach a bunch of kids, and also what you'll learn! We learned early on that kids in Florida don't know how to put on gloves - well, it's not cold enough to need them very often here . . .

Nicely written, entertaining and informative article. Thanks for passing it along.

8-24 I think I left out the most important adjective.

I should also have said it was a very heartfelt article.

Really wonderful article!

Thanks for sharing your family gardening history! I envy your roots.

Bonnie, reading your story was a wonderful treat! Took me back to my childhood. How fortunate you were to have a mother who answered all your questions. I loved the part about the worms And I also really liked the part about cutting the top and bottom off the cans, then smashing and burying them.

Ohhhhh, the memories that just came flooding back into my mind.
I'm going to need to go home and play in the dirt now. Just saying

Have a great day

Thank you for sharing those wonderful memories with all of us. Your mother was truly a treasure. So many of the kids today are missing out on the things you learned.

What a wonderful, true story. Your mother was a loving and patient woman. God bless her!

Loved your story, especially the parts about the fresh chicken litter and digging up dirt under the oak trees. We used to go riding of
a Sunday afternoon when I was growing up (back when gas was about 20 cents a gallon or less) and we never passed a patch of
woods without Granny saying, "Stop so I can get some woods dirt." We always traveled with a cardboard box and a shovel in the
trunk. Now I know why she wanted woods dirt so badly. She kept chickens, too, and I can truthfully say that there is no part of
a chicken that goes to waste!

Great memory chains you rattled by this advice! Thank you.

That was a wonderful read, thankyou Bonnie!

What a lovely story. Thank you so much for sharing.