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Gardening In Iowa

I grew up in a small rural Iowa town my parents were spawn of farmers we had “farms” out in the country we did not live on them but we planted them our summers were spent hoeing, weeding, raking. a child I teach stopped me. “There is a hoe in this story?” Loud laughter. They know about hoes apparently. I have to explain about the other kind of hoes. we planted our crops in straight rows made by a tractor then put a neat wooden cross at the end of each row telling what we had planted there – radishes, carrots, lettuce, there is nothing like a homegrown tomato or a homegrown radish store bought produce cannot hope to compete.

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