I had an amazing childhood, but we were always moving. As a result, I can adapt well to new environments and make friends easily, but it also left a desire in me to some day just stay still. So 7 years ago I married this incredible guy and one year later, we bought a house in a small town with the idea of having a family and establishing roots. God knew exactly what we needed and we found the perfect house, at the end of a quiet street, with plenty of room to grow. The yard was a blank canvas. Fully fenced, semi-treed and slightly trashed. Some misfit plants scattered about, a garbage pile in the back corner and an old swing about to fall over – it was perfect. I had never attempted landscaping before but I was very good with plants, and I had all the time in the world since an adoption process takes about a year to just get past the screening stage!
Long story short, I gardened. I broke nails, got sunburned and spent far too much money, but I was determined. I focused on perennials, researched for hours on the internet, and patiently waited for mid July when they all went on clearance. Each morning I tore up sod with my bare hands, turned soil with a shovel in my bare feet, and crawled through the dirt. More than once, my day ended with my husband coming to the door to remind me that it had grown dark outside.
Now here we are, in my gardens 5th year and while I would still NEVER call myself a professional, I have this amazing love, and history with each and every plant and structure. There are all the metal art pieces my husband has bought me over the years, the deck in the back of the yard that he built me so I could enjoy the garden more, and even the pond began with us recycling an old bathtub! I have plants that my little girl fell in love with and just had to have, and I have stones that mark the graves of a beloved hamster and gerbil. We have birds, and chipmunks and this year, a baby ground hog who has enjoyed some of my veggy garden. I picnic out there with my daughter, we have family campfires at night and every now and then, a big pool party or a game of badminton. We sit out there and make happy memories; My husband sits out there and says he can see my soul. (The boy sure has his romantic side <3).
I wanted to put down roots in this place, raise children and make memories. I find it funny that I put my roots down quite literally, but I’ll take it! I do miss digging and planning gardens for my yard, but each year brings on new challenges, and I am really loving this whole veggie garden thing. Just this year alone I am growing eggplant, cucumbers, pumpkins, peppers, tomatoes, carrots, beets, potatoes and sugar melon… and battling a baby groundhog ;).