My Grandma’s Village
My Grandma’s Village
A place full of warm memories is my grandma’s village. My mother married when she was seventeen and had my brother that same year. When she turned eighteen she had me. She was very young and still needed to finish high school so my grandma helped her a lot by taking care of us for the first two years. My brother and I were both raised by our parents in the city, but on the weekends we would usually go to the village and stay with grandma. The beautiful garden, the cozy kitchen and the freedom made my grandma’s village my favorite place to visit. The colorful, abundant garden made the whole house light up. It had everything one could image. The first row was full of beautiful flowers. There were red roses, purple and pink poinsettias, bright yellow lilies, purple lavenders, white and light pink dahlias and many others that blossomed in the spring and filled the air with rich scents. A little further, after the first roll, on the right side of the garden were the fresh organic vegetables; tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, carrots, different types of peppers, potatoes, radishes, eggplants, onions, scallions, and what not. I remember taking tomatoes straight from the garden and eating them with nothing else. Organic tomatoes taste nothing like the ones in the United States, they actually smell like tomatoes and taste like tomatoes, I miss them the most. On the left side of the garden were all of the fruits. We had bright red strawberries, cherry trees, apples trees, pear trees, peach trees, melons, watermelons, and vines full of red and white grapes. The grapes would melt in my mouth every time I taste them. The garden offered everything a grocery store had and more; it was organic. My grandma would always either work in the garden or cook, and she prepared the most amazing food. Waking into the kitchen, I could always smell what my grandma was cooking, and my heart would get excited. I could still smell the spices and the warm
A place full of warm memories is my grandma’s village. My mother married when she was seventeen and had my brother that same year. When she turned eighteen she had me. She was very young and still needed to finish high school so my grandma helped her a lot by taking care of us for the first two years. My brother and I were both raised by our parents in the city, but on the weekends we would usually go to the village and stay with grandma. The beautiful garden, the cozy kitchen and the freedom made my grandma’s village my favorite place to visit. The colorful, abundant garden made the whole house light up. It had everything one could image. The first row was full of beautiful flowers. There were red roses, purple and pink poinsettias, bright yellow lilies, purple lavenders, white and light pink dahlias and many others that blossomed in the spring and filled the air with rich scents. A little further, after the first roll, on the right side of the garden were the fresh organic vegetables; tomatoes, cucumbers, lettuce, carrots, different types of peppers, potatoes, radishes, eggplants, onions, scallions, and what not. I remember taking tomatoes straight from the garden and eating them with nothing else. Organic tomatoes taste nothing like the ones in the United States, they actually smell like tomatoes and taste like tomatoes, I miss them the most. On the left side of the garden were all of the fruits. We had bright red strawberries, cherry trees, apples trees, pear trees, peach trees, melons, watermelons, and vines full of red and white grapes. The grapes would melt in my mouth every time I taste them. The garden offered everything a grocery store had and more; it was organic. My grandma would always either work in the garden or cook, and she prepared the most amazing food. Waking into the kitchen, I could always smell what my grandma was cooking, and my heart would get excited. I could still smell the spices and the warm