Gardening was always an important part of our life when we were Amish. Raising enough vegetables to last a year plus having extra to share with neighbors, or those in need.
I learned a lot about gardening without ever realizing I was learning something. From the time I could toddle I helped Mom. She always talked about everything she was doing.
Planting, weeding, harvesting, and canning. The garden kept us busy all summer long. As happy as I was each spring when it was time to plow the garden and start planting, I was equally as happy when the last pumpkins had been harvested in the fall and gardening was over for another year.