My mother's garden

I think that I might have written before about my mother’s garden when we were growing up in Ekalaka. In a recent Eagle, I saw Lois Lambert’s story about their garden and how it was so late getting in so I decided to write something else. I am sure that in the years we were there we had late springs and early springs. I do remember snow in May, June and even on July 3rd on one occasion. It didn’t amount to much as I recall. It seems as if they talked about getting potatoes in on Washington’s birthday Isn’t that awful early? My sister Bertha says that the magic day is Good Friday but I don’t re...