I don't presently have much of a garden; deer and squirrels pretty much killed off what the heat didn't. But I was thinking about a little "garden" from way back when I thought I'd share.
Ever since I was a toddler I was obsessed with plants, according to my mother. One time when my sister and I were 5 and 6, our mom had taken us and gone "up to the country" (back to see her parents) fishing for the weekend. While we were there my granddad had given her some SC corn (Silver Queen) to take home, and she had her fish in one crisper and the corn in another in the refrigerator.
Mom worked and dad was rarely home, so my sister and I were home alone with the babysitter every day until Mom got home. The babysitter would sometimes fall asleep in front of the TV and we'd get busy doing what kids do, of course, which is get into stuff.
We got the brilliant idea to help mom "clean the fish" which we'd overheard her telling someone on the phone. So, we thought the best way to clean them was with a brush and some dishwashing soap. We used her good hairbrush!! (I still remember that spanking) and we just poured half a bottle of Ivory Liquid on the fish and went to brushing the scales off. When we were done, my sister reminded me that in Vacation Bible School we'd learned how the Pilgrims used fish to plant their corn! Bingo! So, even though we "cleaned" the fish, we then used two of them to cut up and put in the ground to feed the corn.
The corn we took and scraped off the cob like we'd seen mom do, and then we went outside the back door. We dug holes in the flower beds, and put one chunk of fish and one kernel of corn in each hole. I guess we had a dozen or so holes before we got tired and quit.
Mom came home, saw the mess, and beat our little butts til we begged for mercy. We had ruined her hairbrush, messed up the entire kitchen, ruined her fish, but we did leave most of the corn!! Anyway, a few days or a week went by, and then my mom reported what looked to be like corn coming up. She was a farm girl and she knew corn sprouts when she saw them. Even though it was after the growing season it was still warm and the corn actually sprouted and came up. She then became the most proud mother ever, bragging to everyone who would listen, how smart we were, and to be BABIES, for that matter, and we were natural born farmers. Our grandparents made the 40-mile trip to see the Miracle Corn because they both said it was ridiculous, it was likely grass coming up, that no way would a couple of kids be able to plant and grow corn.
Well, that's all that I remember but I thought it was a fun gardening story. Nowadays I limit my fascination with plants to the flowering type although I know I need to get with the program and grow something useful. That's why I come here and learn - thanks, everyone.