Guys, something about this garden is changing me. What started as dirt and seeds is now this huge, almost out of control patch of plants that are giving us food. Real, actual food that fills our plates, our stomachs, and means we take less cash out of the ATM for the farmers’ market each week.
I actually apologized last week to the guy we usually get all our greens from. “Hey, we’re only not getting kale and chard because we’re having a few weeks’ success with our own lettuce. But we’ll buy more soon!”
You know what he said?
“That is the BEST thing you could tell me. I love hearing that!”
People who grow food are funny and generous. Maybe that’s why I love my garden so much. It’s making me funny and generous! I want to be those things!
But really, I love it because it looks like a miracle to me. I’m so impressed with this wild way of creating life (or pole beans if life is too dramatic for you). Just throw the seeds in the ground and water. Or in my case, throw the seeds in the ground way too close together, then water, then refuse to thin the plants because you’re paranoid you’ll pull out the one plant that will give you food. Those beans suffocated the spinach, the cucumber plant is reaching little tendrils out across the patio, and the tomatoes and kale are duking it out for space, and STILL they’re not just surviving, they’re taking over. It’s the coolest.
A few weeks ago, I planted a couple rows of herbs (yes, I know it’s August, but California feels so aseasonal to me) and watching the little sprouts come up has been so exciting.
OK, this boring old lady is going back to her PBS programming now.