I spent my life raised in a
household where gardening was a way of life. When I was a little girl my Mom
grew carrots and peas and green beans and strawberries. I remember pulling
vegetables long before they were ripe and even though my Mom wanted to throttle
us I think she loved that we were interested in the garden.
After I got married I toyed with
gardening. I had a very nice container garden at our first condo. I grew
flowers and little else but I loved it. I watered each plant by hand and
trimmed and weeded daily. I was sad when we moved and my container garden was
In our second house, also a
condo, we had a small bed outside our front window that was full of bushes and
shade. It didn’t leave me much to work with but I spent hours out there every
summer planting and watering and weeding. I loved my garden.
When we bought our townhouse I
felt like a kid in a candy shop. I had SO MUCH MORE LAND to work with. (Bear in
mind we only have like a quarter acre, but it beats the heck out of what I had
in the past.) The first year was hard for me because we didn’t have time to do
much since the summer was eaten up by simply clearing out the disaster the
previous owner had created in the yard. We pulled down fences and overgrown
bushes. We hauled dirt and leveled our land. We put in a drainage system so we
didn’t end up with a mud bath every time it rained. My garden did not come to
The second year is when the magic
happened. Brian and Grace bought wood and built me an 18 by 4 foot raised bed.
We had two truckloads of soil delivered and we spent two days moving it wheelbarrow
by wheel barrow. Every bead of sweat, every callous on my hands brought me
closer to my dream… my own REAL garden.
I planted seeds and planned what
I would grow and wear. I bought trellises and stakes and jute. I. WAS. READY.
Once the danger of frost had past I was brimming with excitement. How in the
heck did I turn into a person who was more excited about her garden than a new
pair of beautiful shoes???
Over 8 years we have struggled through 3 IUI's, 6 rounds of IVF, several RE's, hundreds of appointments and the loss of three little angels. Now we find ourselves the proud parents of two perfect little girls and a wonderful little boy!!
Both of our girls struggle with some disabilities but that won't keep us down. Each day has it's own brand of insanity but we love it. Most days I am more monkey wrangler than mother but I do the best I can. Todays goal - getting to tomorrow.