My mother was an avid gardener. She insisted my little sister and I help with pulling weeds and feeding the veg patch.
Little sister and I in the garden
As a surly teenager, I complained a lot, totally missing the point. Gardening would not take hold with me until after the birth of my second daughter. When I asked my mother's advice on a fruitful garden, she replied, "Woods dirt makes the best soil." I didn't really know what she meant, but if she said it, then it was so.
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