We pulled out the old plow when we wanted deeper
furrows. Father said all the earth needed to be turned upside down and we had
the morning to make life out there. The top soil was dry, but when we shoveled
down we found the left-over moisture of April showers. It is not so very hard,
to dig down and bring up freshness.
We put in the sweet onions and whistled something like
a tune we somewhat knew. Sister and I repeated lines by Frances Hodgson Burnett—“a
bit of earth… to plant seeds in—to make things grow—to see them come alive.”
Then we put in the corn. And it took us time to find the watering can brother
lost. But we collected worms in an old pot the whole time so we could go
fishing later.
When the sun hit the top of the sky, mother brought us
iced tea. And we all laughed at the little games we played while we worked.
There is not much we could think of that would be better to do. Because we all
need a garden, if for nothing else, than to make life in.
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