This time of year makes me feel very sentimental. I miss three Bluffton gardens. Kiss Beach, his son Raymond and Hugh O'Quinn each had wonderful gardens.
Mr. Kiss lived in the house now owned by Michael Hahn, who uses it as an office. Mr. Kiss' garden was a wonderful sight to behold. There was also a flock of chickens let out of their enclosure to spend the day roaming around Calhoun Street.
Raymond and Brittie Beach's garden was at the corner of Wharf and Bridge streets. It was a sight to behold. Tomatoes, my favorite summer treat, were the main crop. Brittie also had a green thumb and grew lots of flowers. I used to stop by and visit and come away with a treat or two.
Mr. Hugh's garden was next to his house at the corner of Wharf Street and May River Road. His garden had everything imaginable growing in it. Mr. Hugh had a wonderful old tractor he tooled around town on, plowing other people's gardens if needed. All three of the gardens are now used as parking lots, but to me they will always hold fond memories.
I have three other gardens I now keep track of. My favorite is on Buck Island Road. In March, Pressly Giltner and I spent one day riding around Bluffton looking at everything. We stopped by the garden on Buck Island Road and took pictures of what it looked like with nothing planted. Now, two months later, it is chock full of vegetables including okra, tomatoes, beans and corn. There are even fruit trees that produce pears and plums. The amazing thing is I never see anyone in the garden; it is as if it appeared like magic.
Another garden that looks great is a little plot on Pritchard Street. There, in a small fenced area, squash and other summer vegetables are almost ready for picking. Down the street at Leigh West Brown's house, a garden is being prepared in raised beds.
I planted some baby lettuce plants this spring that were a gift from a friend, and the squirrels loved them. The harvest from my little patch was just enough for a BLT sandwich.
A tip of my hat to all gardeners everywhere. Hope springs eternal though that someday I will be able to reap a harvest of tomatoes -- or at least just one.
Babbie Guscio is the social columnist for The Bluffton Packet. She can be reached at The Store on Calhoun Street.