I’m a garden girl.
I’ve never owned my own home. I have dreams of it, but I also realize that we’ve been mobile in a way that has made sense for us, that would be challenging if we were constantly leaving a house. We’re searchers/explorers. For this reason my garden life has always been a little tenuous, but we manage.
The house we live in now we’ve been in for 2 years, and after observing the growing season here for that amount of time we finally put in a garden, a little late in the season, but things are growing.
When we first moved in, we immediately went and got plants and started a garden that promptly burned to a fiery crisp. In the summer here, the temps can get to 115° Fahrenheit, and the sun is beyond blazing. We do, after all, live in a desert. I don’t know what I was really expecting….
There isn’t anything in our backyard. It was a year old build when we moved in, and the backyard was left as a pit. The kind of pit that can only harbor the most noxious of weeds: tumbleweeds, goat heads, and still maintain status as a neighbor cat thoroughfare.
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