The Garden

I started learning how to garden when I was 7(ish) years old. My dad’s ex girlfriend, Deb, would bring me out to her small patch of dirt and I’d assist putting seeds and flowers in the ground. One day she and I were working manure into the soil, and when I commented that it smelled like poop she told me it was. I was horrified until she explained the circle of life in way my little brain could understand: things go into the ground, and new life comes from it. Things like poop, bugs, and dead things. This lesson was great timing because the animated Lion King had just come out a year or two before she explained this to me, so it clicked (I’m probably aging myself by telling you that…).

I’ve been gardening in some capacity ever since then. I start most of my plants from seeds, collect seeds at the end of the season, compost what I can’t use, and eat/share the rest. It’s been a blast and my husband, Patrick, and I are always up to something new out there.