I’m kind of realizing that if everything works out perfectly with my little garden I can very likely scrape together enough food to make a meal. One.Meal.People.
How rad is that?! WaaaaWhooooo!
Maybe (I mean definitely) I won’t be providing food for the winter, and maybe (again, definitely) canning and preserving are a bit of a stretch. The whole point is, now I know I can do it – where a few months ago I was pretty sure I couldn’t. And by no means do I think I’ve risen in gardening stature. No, no, no, I’m still a grasshopper. I don’t know jack. But I know so much more than I did yesterday and tomorrow I’ll know still more.
I am so super excited about all of this. The bread, the soap, the granola and marmalade, not only can I do this, I’m DOING it and LOVING it. I can’t wait to be in a place where I have a bigger canvas, where I can really delve into the potential of me. Or us, rather, my husband’s in it to win it too. I know more land will be so much more work, but the rewards will also be greater. And this IS rewarding. These babies were all grown from seed. I did this. There really is no better feeling that.
I know many of you reading this may think I’m being silly and blowing my little success out of proportion; maybe I am. I do realize there are so many others doing far greater things. But I’m a So Cal girl. I grew up kicking sand. I never thought about where my food came from. The closest I came to making food was sticking a marshmallow on a hanger and “making” smores. This stuff is new to me. I’ve never eaten okra. And for the sake of full disclosure, I don’t even really know what okra is.
But I know I can grow it, and so maybe I will. Check out my little garden, see how it grows.
I’d invite you all to an end of summer feast, but you’d have to byo feast.