the beginning of my garden

I've been wanting a garden for about 4 years now... last year I planted some herbs in a big planter, and called that a garden. This year, I have bigger plans.

Yesterday I spent some very therapeutic hours outside in the afternoon sun- divided between painting furniture (another love of mine), and starting my little garden! I bought a variety of tomatoes, cucumber, zucchini, a couple flowers... my mom gave me some daisy bulbs, and my grandma gave me some mint. Not much, but a start!

I don't really have a green thumb, and I know virtually nothing about plants, gardens, etc... but something about planting and growing things, and feeding my family what I grow, has become quite appealing. I think when I garden I feel a sense of "normal" for a little while- I feel like I'm thriving, instead of just surviving. SO, begins my garden.

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