Tomatoes from the Garden

In five years I’ve gone from never having a garden—in fact, saying I’m NOT a gardener—to having a garden several years in a row.

It all began out in Oregon with my millennial roommate who, using his Amazon account, ordered in a bunch of stuff for making a garden. He knew nothing. I sort of felt sorry for how naïve he was. I kept thinking: This isn’t going to be easy. You’ll be disappointed. It’s going to fail.

Well, it didn’t.

I thought, How can someone grow anything when they’ve never done it before? That’s when I became a believer.

My first year in Michigan at the townhouse, I did veggies in pots—first in the back yard and then moving them to the front where there was more direct sunlight. My first two years at the Tiny House my garden did so-so. Come to find out all the trees in Michigan can put a damper on the garden. This year I planned even better and built raised beds along a section behind the shed and the neighbor’s fence, where there is no tree obstruction.

Wow! Wow! Wow!

This AM I picked my first red tomatoes. And plan to eat it at lunch with my salad—greens also from the garden, a variety of kales and Swiss chard.

So, yes, one can grow a garden without prior experience, but experience has also taught me location, location, location is important. So far this summer I’ve been enjoying beans, greens, and now the cherry and Rutgers tomatoes.

this last pic is of the pickles!