Turns out gardening is kinda my jam. I plotted out a little corner of my yard this year for my first proper garden, just to see what I could do and how much I liked it. I’ve pretty much exclusively been a container gardener up to now. Next year I’m already planning on converting an entire half of my yard into garden space. My jalapeño plant has started going nuts and the peppers are giant (I’m trying to leave more to get more ripe but this one was too tempting). I got my first ripe habanero this morning. My bell peppers are fat and happy and I’m going to leave them to get as close to red as they can get. I have more tomatoes than I know what to do with (salsa, freezing some for chili and sauces later, and the man is a tomato fiend so he gets a lot). I’m almost afraid of how many white pumpkins I’m going end up with. Onions and garlic are thriving.
I keep a little basket hung by the back door so I can harvest every day. It is so amazing to watch these plants grow and produce, and then to pick and eat the food I grew myself? Just the most wonderful thing. It’s so therapeutic and fulfilling.
I know I’m not special or unusual in being affected by gardening. I’m just glad I’m part of that club now. 🤗










