I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I do know it’s already great.
I’m a bonafide novice when it comes to planting and growing things – despite my earnest attempts to educate myself along the way. I’ve always wanted to start a garden, but most of my life I’ve lived in apartments with no access to lawn space, and I struggle to keep my house plants alive, so I’ve quietly decided that it’s not meant to be.
This all changed last month. For my birthday, my boyfriend built me a raised garden bed out of cedar wood. The old adage “it takes a village” has come to life for me and my garden journey.
Even with this beautiful bed frame, I wasn’t sure where to start. With the help of family, friends, and our own “Victory Garden Gurus” advice, I am well on my way.
I got dirt and seeds from my parents’ backyard, chicken wire from previous tenants in our garage, a plant start from a local farmer, and moral support (plus a handmade garden gnome) from my bud Eliot. Learning as we go has been a pretty sweet way to fill our days, and I definitely would never have gotten this far on my own. I couldn’t be more proud of what we’ve built, and like to peek out the window throughout the day to check up on it.
I am not sure I am doing this right, but even if nothing sprouts and I have no luck at harvest, I’ve loved every minute of the process.