Every once in a while, when I see a seed germinate, it’s as if I’m looking through a keyhole back into my childhood. Some of my fondest of memories were created by spending time with my grandparents, maternal and paternal, they were both farmers and taught me to love gardening.
Back then, and still today, neutering and watching a plant grow is magical.

These photos were taken in the cottonfields of my Grandparents' South Carolina farm in the 50s.

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