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My Garden

I bought a miniature greenhouse yesterday. It's basically just an egg crate with a plastic cover, but I am so excited about the possibilities it presents. I've dreamed for a long, long time about growing my own food, partially because I'm paranoid about pesticides and mostly because I resent buying produce from other countries when I live around a more than 500 acre farm.

I already have two tomato plants growing. They are both three feet tall.

Last night, I created a chart in my journal that outlines the growing season. I then planted eggplant, corn, radishes, beans, cucumbers, artichokes, and pumpkins in my greenhouse. I will start some lettuce, broccoli, and spinach next and plan to keep them inside since the temperature will most likely not dip below 45 from now until December.

My plans eventually include pomegranate, avocado, mango, and citrus trees.

I keep threatening to set up a stand on the side of the road this summer. Does that mean I could call myself a farmer?

Comments

Christy said…
Wonderful!! I've been bitten by the gardening bug too - hoping to do some pomegranates soon. I'm calling it urban homesteading, but you're not that urban, are you?
frabjouspoet said…
I don't think I qualify as urban in any stretch of the imagination. LOL!

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