Remembering

We have now surpassed a new level in our quest for the best. Despite starting three months or a full season late, we have managed to get 253 pounds 6 ounces so far out of our small garden space.

After harvesting today, we had reached the new plateau. I think we may reach the 300 level if we get another fifteen or twenty pounds out of my tomatoes, ten or 15 pounds of broccoli, 10 or 15 pounds of cauliflower and anything else out of the squash, cukes, sugar snap peas, beans, lettuce, herbs, and peppers.

I am amazed and thrilled, and the only other honor that would really mean so much is to win the Garden Patch contest for the summer. That may never be,and I did not grow the garden for the contest. I grew the garden for me.

My daughter, Kimmie, told me about a lab mice experiment concerning the treatment of Alzheimers. The British scientists found that the mice do lose the memories, their DNA gets unwound. You might say they aren't wound too tight.

Then the scientist found that if they gave the mice a wheel to exercise on they were able to remember. You might say they needed to be rewound. They did some experiments on the elderly with dementia and found if they got them active with exercises they liked they could remember things they had forgot.

Well, I guess I have been like those mice on the wheel. I remember the joy of the garden and nature, but more important I remember the real me.