Growing Your Garden: Memories {Miss May}

May 19, 2014


Think about the years past. Remember the southern summers from your childhood. The laughs, the sunshine, the swimming, the fresh crops. The bubbles, the popsicles, the cold watermelon. Bask in the memories that have made your life so sweet! Summertime is meant to be remembered. Our memories are meant to be treasures.

One of my favorite things about summer has always been when I sit down for a meal at my mother’s table, and she puts down a plate of fresh tomatoes and peppers. The freshness and crispness of the peppers and the juicy acidity of the tomatoes is such a welcome combination. They seem to give a break from the heat and serve as a refreshing side dish. They taste like summertime to me.


It’s the little things that make the best memories. I’m happy to be celebrating my 28th birthday this month, and part of the fun has been looking back on years past. I’m all for a good dose of reminiscing. Life is and has been so sweet.

I remember playing with my best friend, Paige, in her Papaw’s garden. (Y’all, I haven’t had a tomato that comes close to the ones Mr. Lamar Thornton used to grow and sell.) We always hated when the fertilizer got delivered (stinky!), but we loved playing among the tomatoes and rows of tall corn. It’s funny to look back and laugh about the things we remember from our garden (glory!) days.


Not all memories are happy, of course, but those are the only ones we’re focused on right now. Think of your best ones. Even if they are small and seem insignificant to others – they are magical and spectacular to you.

What are some of your favorite summer memories? Did you grow up with a garden?


Here’s to a beautiful summer, with beautiful memories and lots of growth!

Jessica Thornton


Kasia May 19, 2014 at 10:50 am

I grew up on a farm in south Mississippi! Many of my memories also revolve around a garden. I don’t like sweating, so you know summer isn’t my favorite, but a few things I always loved about summer growing up: tomato sandwiches with tomatoes from papaw’s garden, snow balls from the local snow ball stand, being barefoot all day, putting the sprinkler under the trampoline, all grilled things, and cold watermelon.

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