When I was a kid, growing up in Foxton Beach with my two brothers and our dad, I have wonderful vivid memories of our enormous vegetable garden. Dads’ amazing vege patch was half of our full quarter-acre section, and it was lush, perfectly cared for. Our house backed onto Foxton Beach primary school, so in the summer time we would come home for lunch via the garden, pick a couple of tomatoes, a lettuce, a cucumber and a handful of sweet peas and make our sammie’s on fresh wholemeal Molenberg bread.
Back in the mid 80’s Dad used to pay us ten cents for every white butterfly that we were able to disarm with our badminton rackets, to protect our precious veggies. We had a fig tree, globe artichokes, aubergine, watermelon, garlic, multiple varieties of beans and tomatoes, radishes, apple cucumbers and much more. As the seasons changed, Dad’s garden evolved, from bright sunny colours to cold weather greens and golds. A fluorescent orange Marigold hedge bordered this beautiful landscape, and Dad taught us to appreciate the intimate relationship we have with our food. Now I have my own organic, regenerative garden that converts the restaurants vegetable waste into beautiful compost, and my children enjoy the passion for growing food that my dad passed onto me.
We love you Dad, and we miss you …