There were many, many truck gardens when I was a kid. The produce raised for sale at market, the roadside market, the farmer's market.
I always loved that word, truck garden. Come August and September, I smile and think we are certainly eating a lot of truck.
We've eaten a lot of truck this summer. Sadly the tomatoes and the cucumbers are nearly done. But that damn squash...
Whatever we're having for supper features squash. This week squash has been featured in the chicken and rice, accompanying hamburgers, and on pizza. I understand it will be cut small, like corn kernels, for tomorrow night's tortilla filling.
Squash is featured in a couple layers of tonight's quiche. The vegetable? Beans. They're up to a peck a day.
And the lovely flowers were for my sister, who is sixty today.
I remember the year our mother was fifty nine again. I did that once, myself. It's neat to get back a year. Better than a truck garden.