I’ve dreamed of having my own garden since that magical trip to Portland (12 years ago!) where a dear, dear friend of mine and I made dinner together. I’m sure that some of what I remember is now embellishment, but there were salad greens from the backyard garden and yummy vegan eats with some Prince playing in the background.
That moment is the first time I remember feeling like an adult. Not because I was older and making a fancy dinner like grown-ups do, but because I had made a series of itty bitty choices that landed me in that house in Portland. I felt like an adult because I realized that it was totally within my control to MAKE happy moments. Gardens = Adult = Happy… or something like that.
And now? Now we are starting our first garden as a family in pots with our 8yo daughter as a driving force. I am feeling oh so grown up again. I choose THIS particular happy, with my rockstar husband and awesome daughter, every day and am looking forward to all that the garden and future has in store for us.
We have tomatoes, jalapeños, red peppers and basil. I think we may have some watermelons and eggplant soon, too. Will hopefully have more to report as our work starts to take shape.