It was also a bit strange that I couldn’t put a shovel into the ground without hitting solid rock a few inches down.
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When we moved to Texas, I spent hours upon hours at the plant store…learning how to grow in that crazy zone 8b heat. After we sold that home, we traveled for many more years in the RV (for a cumulative total of 10 years) and while I would occasionally buy flower pots to put outside the rig, I longed for the day when I could dig in the ground and plant seeds again. We ended up moving to the mountains…and our house was at 7500 ft and gardening proved challenging, especially with our frequent travel. We thought we were going to purchase that farm, but God had other plans. Crazy what these little acts of kindness can create in someone’s life…I’m so thankful.
This is what I want to do forever!” That same friend gave me her personal copy of Gaia’s Garden…and I poured over that book.so in awe of this idea of “home-scale” permaculture. My dear friend Jen came over one day and she grabbed the seeds that were sitting on my counter and she walked me through how to plant lettuce….and when I saw those first leaves come out of the ground I thought, “This is it. Here is an old photo of me with the girls by those gardens. For a short 9 months, we rented the cutest hobby farm outside of Boulder that came with gardens… beautiful curved permaculture style beds and an orchard. But my neighbors were always growing something beautiful in their yards and I knew when we had a home of our own that I wanted big gardens. The legacy and love of gardening has always been strong in my family.Īfter we got married, we rented and my growing endeavors were confined to houseplants. Their passion flowed down to my dad, who always grew a huge garden when I was little and I have so many happy memories in that garden. As well as my grandpa…who taught me how to plant rows of corn super straight. I have no doubt that my love for all things gardening started with her. Sunset cosmos, peonies, lilacs, and lilies of the “alley” are what I remember the best. I remember going out there when I was a little girl and she would take me around to every garden and tell me about each one. My grandma (aka “Baba”) had the most beautiful backyard gardens and she knew ALL THE THINGS about plants.
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