Uploaded October 2023 | Updated September 2026, 4 hours ago
This year, I’ve been starting my own garden, the first one I’ve grown on my own, and over the past year, while I’ve learned and relearned a lot about gardening, I’ve also grown closer to my dad.
When my wife Michelle and I moved from Washington, D.C., to Kentucky, I had big plans to start a garden like the one I grew up growing each summer with my dad.
I think my dad was also excited about my garden plans because days after we arrived at our new home, he brought us a wheelbarrow, shovels, hoes, and numerous other hand tools that would prove necessary to create my garden.
All of these weren’t new tools but second-hand tools he had been buying at garage sales and thrift stores, preparing for me to come home to Kentucky and start growing.
I don’t know why, but there was something about the wheelbarrow that he brought me that really touched me. I think it is because it reminds me of the one I used growing up.
This year, my dad and I talked a lot a to gadening, always wanting to hear what each other has been planting, what we’ve added to our gardens, and future ideas for what to build or try next. While he taught me how to garden, my return to gardening has also inspired him. My parents moved into town a few years ago and no longer live at my childhood home in the country. That hasn’t stopped him from gardening, and their large suburban at is quickly being transformed into an extremely productive space.
Thanks, Dad, for all you taught me and continue to teach me.
#gardening #documentary
This year, I’ve been starting my own garden, the first one I’ve grown on my own, and over the past year, while I’ve learned and relearned a lot about gardening, I’ve also grown closer to my dad.
When my wife Michelle and I moved from Washington, D.C., to Kentucky, I had big plans to start a garden like the one I grew up growing each summer with my dad.
I think my dad was also excited about my garden plans because days after we arrived at our new home, he brought us a wheelbarrow, shovels, hoes, and numerous other hand tools that would prove necessary to create my garden.
All of these weren’t new tools but second-hand tools he had been buying at garage sales and thrift stores, preparing for me to come home to Kentucky and start growing.
I don’t know why, but there was something about the wheelbarrow that he brought me that really touched me. I think it is because it reminds me of the one I used growing up.
This year, my dad and I talked a lot a to gadening, always wanting to hear what each other has been planting, what we’ve added to our gardens, and future ideas for what to build or try next. While he taught me how to garden, my return to gardening has also inspired him. My parents moved into town a few years ago and no longer live at my childhood home in the country. That hasn’t stopped him from gardening, and their large suburban at is quickly being transformed into an extremely productive space.
Thanks, Dad, for all you taught me and continue to teach me.
#gardening #documentary
