|Dill sprouts, a book I should consult more often, and my not-so-secret garden|
I am glad we have lots of farmers and farm markets in our region, so I can buy locally grown food that I don't grow, supplement my garden's successes, and get over its failures.
I grew up with a Mom and Grandparents who gardened. Between that, and a start of growing my own tomatoes and morning glories on my apartment balcony years ago, I've now got a yard with room for a garden.
Being able to put seed in contact with water, soil and sun is gratifying. Hands in dirt equates to happiness for me. The more we live in this house and yard, the more we are woven into its soil, and the soil into us.