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Moving is tough. I sound like a broken record, but it seems as if every time I turn around there’s something else smacking me in the face. Random things, like the cabinets are clearly the wrong size and the dishwasher doesn’t exactly remember to dry my dishes. There are good things, too, like the fact that this joint didn’t come with a microwave and we have officially gone 31 days without one. That, by the way, seemed like it was going to be much harder than it actually is…I highly recommend it.
I knew, when we moved and I accepted my new gig and decided to change my entire life in the blink of an eye that a garden as plentiful as Sweet Matilda of 2010 was going to be impossible. I’ve had gardens I didn’t have time to tend to before. They never turn out well, I wind up resentful of the garden and feeling like a failure. With the world of farmers at my fingertips more and more, and the knowledge that I’ll be practically sleeping at the brewery, I knew I had to give in and just say no.
And yet, when we moved in, we found the most delightful little patch of kitchen herbs growing like mad by our side door. Mint, oregano, and thyme…all just waiting for me, beckoning me to add to their plenty. So today, finally, I took the opposite patch of random ground and planted the rest of my kitchen must haves. Basil, dill, lettuces, cilantro, and more.
It’s easy enough to maintain, easy enough to water, and easy enough to let go as long as it needs to without major tending. It will make me feel connected to the house, and the ground, and the kitchen just enough to make me forget that I’m paying for tomatoes and peppers and squash.
There’s always next year. In the meantime, please…tell me all about your gardens.
