In my first year of gardening I grew more character than food… because a lot of things died. But that’s the beauty of this endeavor; even the losses produce something good.
Why… yes, yes my chard does match my shoes… and yeah, I also have ”garden shoe tan.”
Hey! I’m Erica. After years of apartment dwelling, I started my first garden (and subsequently this blog) in 2016. Then life got busy - as it tends to do - and my little spot on the web has been dark for the past three years. But while I’ve been MIA online, I’ve been spending my off-line time continuing to grow food, adding chickens to the mix, expanding our garden, and just enjoying doing the things vs. fretting about documenting the things. Over time, the joy has come back to capturing process, writing, and talking about gardening with friends, and family who are starting gardens of their own. So Welcome. I hope the content is a helpful encouragement to anyone who finds it.
“Yellow Swing?
There is a longer story behind this title; but the short version is that as a little girl I spent a lot of time at my great-grandparents house. In their very small (mostly patio) St. Louis city backyard, they kept a garden – growing English roses, summer staples, and the. On a patch of grass in the corner of this garden, an old metal swing clung to the branch of a stout, shady tree. My grandad painted it yellow for me, and it became the seat of many childhood dreams, and adventures.
So much of my path has been guided, and encouraged by my time in that garden, and the unfettered future I imagined on that little yellow swing. It reminds me to hold on to joy, simplicity, and creativity in whatever I do.