Watching life grow from seed is an amazing experience. These bush beans were planted about a week and a half ago and came bolting out of the ground searching for sun. They are the second round of seedlings that my husband and I planted this spring.
The first round produced 48 baby plants, primarily heirloom tomatoes, along with sweet Italian basil, and two kinds of cucumbers. About half of those seedlings are planted in pots on our back deck, and the other half were given away to friends and neighbors. After nursing their growth for several weeks I could not muster sending any to the compost bin.
When I mentioned to my in-laws in March that I wanted to start a little garden I didn't realize the effect it would have on my life. They got us started, showing us how deep to plant the many kinds of lettuce, herbs, sweet peas, and a single cherry tomato plant we picked out at the local nursery.
However, this was not all completely new. I grew up gardening with my parents, many summers were spent hoeing weeds around the broccoli, and picking beans and raspberry's. Now having my own garden I find something familiar in tending to the plants and playing in the dirt. The garden has provided a tranquility that I didn't expect and a sense of community as we share its bounty with friends.
Our deck is now full of plants. Almost all the greens we eat come from the garden, and we've been enjoying the peas and herbs daily for at least a month. This weekend our first crop of strawberries were ready. YUM! There is something about fresh grown strawberries that makes their flavor jump in your mouth.
Already we are talking about fall and winter crops. And I'm thinking about starting some fruit trees from seed, avocado, olive, orange, cherry...the possibilities seem endless. I'll keep you posted.
(photography: alison clayshulte)