tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265664261512968322.post2855184622628205921..comments2023-05-27T02:58:38.180-05:00Comments on Dig It!: Ruby's GardenOnline News Editorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13105743785002811339noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265664261512968322.post-87830152096895082532009-05-02T08:18:00.000-05:002009-05-02T08:18:00.000-05:00I often wonder about those horny toads myself. Ou...I often wonder about those horny toads myself. Our Depression-era grandparents made wine from their own grapes, preserved figs and blackberries, and of course had a vegetable garden, which mom said was the only way they could afford fresh produce then. My dad always had a garden. When we moved to Austin in the 80s, we used our Amelia flatland knowledge to put in at the UT community gardens. Paulanoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4265664261512968322.post-11548934721529317572009-04-07T06:41:00.000-05:002009-04-07T06:41:00.000-05:00My grandmother loved gardening too. She always had...My grandmother loved gardening too. She always had a maid so she could work out in the yard. But I think my love of gardening came from my Dad. He always had a big vegetable garden in our back yard and we helped him. When he had a garden there were still horned toads that would be in the garden that we would play with. I wonder where all those horned toads went?Carol and Jameshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08685942253169866401noreply@blogger.com