Growing up in Sandusky was idyllic. Our 100 year old home didn't have AC. Hot summer afternoons were serenaded by fans blowing in the windows. I especially loved the warm afternoons, after being outside all morning, coming in and showering, laying on the floor in front of a fan for a mini-siesta.
My parents worked hard on a nice-sized garden that yielded tomatoes, lettuce, rhubarb, carrots, radishes and other veggies, the variety changing year after year.
Some afternoons - if we were lucky- children would come by pulling a wagon, selling produce presumably from their family's garden. I don't know where these people came from but they were always a welcome sight for my mom, who would call from the kitchen and tell me to get onions, radishes, a few melons or whatever she didn't have on hand.
Today, I often wish we had someone nearby who would come past, pulling a wagon and offering some of their homegrown vegetables. My own garden is very small and still not yielding much this year - lots of herbs but so far, just cherry tomatoes, jalepenos, green peppers and a few small yellow zucchini.
Just east of where I grew up, in Huron, is a wonderful farm called Chef's Garden. 225 acres of sustainable farming, similar to the principals at Malabar Farm. Chef's Garden has begun an unbelievable undertaking of selling their superb, high quality and unique produce through AN INSURANCE COMPANY. I know, right? Read more at my examiner.com article this week.
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