Springtime and working in the garden

When I was growing up my parents put up pickles each year---and jelly. My favorite pickles were from the crock and each day I’d beg to try one. Even when no one else thought they were ready, they were just right for me. To this day, I still prefer the “half sour” pickles in any good deli. We had dill growing wild in a gravel driveway when I was young. My father mowed over the stuff most of the…