My mom’s mom, and dad’s dad both had neon green thumbs. They could make anything grow. Growing up, my mom had a vegetable garden every year that I can remember. After Andy’s diagnosis, I knew that gardening was something I wanted to try my hand at. Nothing is healthier than eating something that was growing right outside your door just hours before.
When we bought our home 2 1/2 years ago, the biggest selling point was the half-acre yard. It had an herb garden, more fruit trees than we realized, and three existing garden beds. My first project was adding a few more beds. Five to be exact for a total of eight 4′ x 8′ garden beds. Over the next two summers I bought seeds, started seeds, planted seedlings, and held my breath. I had some successes–green beens and beets, hooray! I had some failures–why has that pumpkin been only 3 inches wide for the last 4 months? But I’ve learned something every year.
Heading into the 2015 growing season (Portland’s had a very mild winter), I wanted to share (and document) my garden process. I’m still tweaking things: Figuring out which vegetables I should plant for my zone, and which plants should be grown together and which should not.
I’ve been planning all week to get my seeds going, and today it finally happened. I’ll go into the specific details of what I started–and what I will be direct sowing–in a later post, but to give you just a hint, I started over 100 plants. It sounds like a lot, I know, but when you’ve got eight garden beds, there’s some room to fill.