A Rustic Garden Blog

Many of life’s happy memories go back to childhood days. My grandmother lived across the street from me on the family farm and I remember going to see here every day. She was always busy picking berries, feeding the chickens or separating the cream from the milk.

The chicken yard was just beyond  the old garden gate and I was  fascinated with barnyard fowl but would not go through that rustic iron gate without my grandmother. The turkeys scared me! I am sure they were not as large as my memory pictures them but the turkeys would chase and try to peck at me. Seems funny now how being chased by a turkey becomes a happy memory.