
I have been working on envisioning what we want in our dream life, and hoping to do what we can to make that a reality. In my dream life I am definitely a gardener. In real life, my gardening experience involves a lush veggie garden my father grew at our home in Kansas before we moved away to Florida when I was 4, then the meek little harvest of a few peas from the garden we planted when we moved to sandy acidic soil of Florida, in 4th grade I grew some teensy mangled dry sprouts from the radish seeds given out in science class for the county fair competition, and then my attempt at an herb garden with one thriving tarragon plant sticking up in my suburban lawn during high school. When in midwifery school, I did work for a while on an organic farm, and mostly seeded and thinned greens in the greenhouse. It gave me confidence I can indeed make things grow, but also made me aware of how much I do not know about soil and things like fish emulsion, and nitrogen balance. I have been looking into all this, and instead of getting too overwhelmed with how much I do not know about gardening, I decided to just start this season. Rather than await perfection, and do soil testing and make crop rotation plans and companion plant and create a virtula permaculture mini eco-system....well, you see my point....we decided to just get some plants in the ground. We will learn as we go along- we had to just make a move or the planting season was going to pass us by. 
So we started with a raised bed, some sprouted plants, and a plan for a strawberry patch.
We do need to get some deer fencing up pretty quick here, or these guys are going to munching on some very special salad greens at our expense. 
So grow, little plants grow!!!


The yard is fenced, so we are living the dream of sending the kid into the yard by herself to go play and not worrying where she will wander off. 


You want to know what brave is? Taking two fairly new families of four- that is two families with 3 or 4 year olds and new babies- and hiking up a steep muddy hill just after a hail storm, when it is already past dinnertime (so older kids are on the brink of meltdown), in order to have a picnic amongst the cherry blossoms, when the sun will soon go down and the chilly winds will begin to blow. And it will be past bedtime....


