Monday, July 19, 2010
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
For two years now, we have sustained a P-patch. Complete novices, trying our hands at urban farming. Barely even close to experts after two measly years of gardening, I am so flabbergasted at how well we fared. Every time we went to the garden it would be like, "Wow, we really did this? Look how Green and Huge! How could we possibly have created this?" And the truth is, we didn't. Growing things is really magical. You supply some sweat, labor and compost...and voila...lush vegetation, and ultimately vegetables appear before your eyes.
For us, novice gardeners, gardening is an incredibly healing experience as well. What could be more basic and pleasurable than connecting with the earth and working with the soil to produce delectable items from mere seed? Getting my hands caked and filthy (ok, I actually hate getting dirt in my fingernails, but I deal with it), watching plants perk up in mere minutes when all I have to offer is cold hose water, seeing the first tiny leaves poke up from the ground: nothing is more awe-inspiring or simply thrilling.