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Posted at 10:13 AM ET, 04/27/2012

Celebrating Earth Day every day

When I visited my grandparents at their home on Earth Day, they were priming a portion of their yard for gardening, unaware that around the world millions of people were celebrating the Earth and its various natural resources. April is National Earth Month, and in the Washington area, celebrations were held on the Mall, along the shores of the Anacostia River and at parks throughout the area. But I found myself appreciating a lifetime of earth-bound memories at home in my grandparents’ backyard garden.


(L to R): Sonsyrea Tate Montgomery's grandparents, Irene and Clifford Thomas. (Sonsyrea Tate Montgomery - For The Washington Post)
My grandparents, Irene and Clifford Thomas, have loved gardening ever since I could remember. Saturday morning, I sat on a step and watched Grandma plant seeds in rows Granddad carved for her, pressing his foot on a shovel to turn over soil that had become hardened through the winter.

Gardening had become their second occupation after Grandma retired as a nurse from Washington Hospital Center, and granddad retired as a chef from Marriott. Planting seeds, pulling weeds, watering plants and harvesting vegetables in their backyard and a community garden near their home has allowed them to stay productive into their 90s. They grow tomatoes, white onions, spring onions and chives. They cultivate beets, potatoes and carrots. I have helped pulled weeds from their rows of kale and collards.

We have talked about their gardening over the years. Grandma has told me the garden is where she finds peace and balance. Granddad has told me he hated gardening as a boy, but he has been gardening with his wife of more than 70 years “to help her out.” It has been his love offering.

They have taught me lessons in gardening, and lessons about life based on wisdom gleaned while working the earth. Grandma taught me to pickle beets. Be sure to make the sugary-vinegar juice extra strong so it retains its flavor even after absorbed by the vegetable.

Granddad taught me to make wine from red grapes they grew in their back yard but reminded me that the Bible cautions against drunkenness. They taught me that if you don’t pull weeds from the garden, the weeds will rob the soil of nutrients needed to grow vegetables.

I learned something new during my most recent visit. Realizing I must have looked lazy sitting on the steps as they toiled away in the garden, I insisted on helping. Granddad said I could use the rake to remove the dead roots he was digging up.

“Granddad, won’t these roots grow more veggies if you leave them in the ground?” I asked. He shook his head and explained that the roots he was digging up were roots from the tall oak tree standing a couple yards away.

“I have always loved that tree,” I said. That tree had become, in my mind, a testament of endurance because it had survived Washington’s windiest winters and its scorching summers. The tree had long been a source of inspiration for me. For granddad, it has been a nuisance.

Granddad explained that the tree in question, a stately oak, had been only two feet tall when they moved into the house some 60 years ago. But as it grew, the reach of its roots threatened the vegetable roots underground and its heavy, looming branches pose a risk to electrical power lines.

“But it’s given you so much shade,” I reminded him.

He looked up at the tree. “I should have cut that thing down a long time ago,” he said. “Y’all can get some money for it now, though. That’s good oak. That’s a lot of lumber somebody will pay for.”

Aaaah, there was a bit of common ground between us. We agreed that the tree has value. We simply did not wholly agree on what that value is – inspiration or income?

Saturday morning, I went to the Annapolis Wild Bird Center for an Earth Day celebration, but a personal celebration of the Earth unfolded for me naturally back home in my grandparents’ own back yard.

D.C. has many community gardens where residents can enjoy and fully appreciate the earth.Here’s a list of D.C.’s community gardens.

Sonsyrea Tate Montgomery is a Washington Post blogger. She is also author of “Little X: Growing Up in the Nation of Islam” (Harper) and “Do Me Twice: My Life After Islam” (Simon and Schuster). Follow her on Twitter @Sonsyrea .

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By Sonsyrea Tate Montgomery  |  10:13 AM ET, 04/27/2012

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