Well, our garden in France grows, no thanks to me but to my father-in-law and the weather we get in Normandy. In fact, the natural beauty of France probably is due to the mild weather they get. The country does not experience the seasonal extremes that we get in most parts of the US, making it easier for them to maintain their farming heritage. But I digress.
Each Spring, my in-laws come to our house in Normandy to plant flower and plant seeds so that we can enjoy them in the Summer. It is a bit of a win-win situation for everyone. My girls get to experience first-hand “farm-to-table” at home and we do not have to worry about getting someone to plant seeds for us in the Spring. Lucky for us, my in-laws live only two and half hours away from Normandy. For my in-laws, they get to harvest the peaches and rhubarbs we have here and make tarts and jams at their house. They also get to enjoy the pumpkins that we have here in the Fall when they make lots of pumpkin soups and gratins to warm up on those grey brisk autumnal days.
I grew up a city girl so farming and gardening do not come naturally for me. My grandmother, who lived with us, tried to plant some tomatoes and string beans in our little garden patch. That was the extent of my green thumb exposure. So I am happy that my girls get a little “agricultural” exposure in the summer. It’s funny because even at this age, I can see that my older daughter, Chiara, is more naturally inclined to garden while my younger one, Ines, is only superficially interested in it.
Some snap peas