When I was a kid, growing up in Foxton Beach with my two brothers and our Dad, I remember wonderful vivid images of our enormous vegetable garden.
Dads amazing vege patch was half of our full quarter acre section and it was lush, perfectly cared for and full of memories. Our house backed onto Foxton Beach primary school, so we would come home for lunch via the garden, pick a couple of tomatoes, a lettuce, a cucumber and a handful of sweet peas in the summer time and make our Sammie’s on fresh Molenburg loaf.
Dad used to pay us 10c for every white butterfly that we were able to disarm with our badminton rackets, all in the hopes of protecting our precious veggies. We had Globe artichokes, aubergine, watermelon, garlic, multiple varieties of beans and tomatoes, radishes, and apple cucumbers. As the seasons changed Dads garden evolved, changed shape and moved from bright sunny colours to cold weather greens and gold’s. The fluorescent orange Marigold hedge bordered this beautiful landscape and our Dad showed us the intimate relationship we have with our food.
We love you Dad and we miss you…..