So I grew up in Arizona. The product of unconscious parents. If they did not feel like cooking, it was a drive through for us. But my father grew up, son of a Navy man. A CHEAP Navy man. Who loved to grow his own food. And I remember as a kid, watching grandpa check his beehive, and pull a tomato. WHAT HAPPENED in the gap between my grandfather, and where I am today???
You see, growing is completely new to me. And I am a little daunted by it. But I am trying. Seeing what works, what does not, and trying to transform my backyard space, into my own urban agriculture. It is hard, but fun.
There is no rhyme or reason to this post, but to ask for guidance from the veterans, and offer kind words of support to the fellow rookies.
I get lost, but it has become my passion... on fire, no sleep, up all night reading, watching videos, planning, and dreaming of a world, where I eat my landscape, and share my passions with others.