Name me something more “summer” than spending time barefoot outdoors and eating tomatoes and string beans straight off the vine. I dare you.
I spent summers growing up doing just that. My version of “helping” my parents in our backyard garden was to simply pick and eat the food as fast as it could grow. I grew up loving fresh fruits and vegetables because that was associated with happy times for me. Now, as an adult with a family of my own, I have the opportunity to give my boys these same types of memories.