Let me begin this blog by saying that I have no clue what I’m doing. I’m not a gardener, I’ve killed every plant that I’ve ever owned; and the idea of some insect out there having a million legs terrifies me. If you haven’t figured it out already, I’m a tenderfoot gardener.
Tenderfoot (noun):
a newcomer in a comparatively rough or newly settled region; especially, one not hardened to frontier
or outdoor life
Tenderfoot
is a fancy little word that I picked up while reading some great homesteading
resources. Now, I am by no means a homesteader. While I do try to bake my own
bread and cook from scratch, I also tend to buy most of my food from the local
food co-op and I appreciate picking my eggs and cheese up at the farmer’s
market. I certainly wasn't raised by a homemaker-type mother; and yet, I am drawn to trying to do
whatever I can for myself. Unfortunately, thanks to my husband’s career
aspirations, I’m stuck right on the outskirts of Pittsburgh. If I stand on my
front porch I can see the Rt. 28 overpass and if I stand on my back porch I can
see my 5 surrounding neighbor’s back porches. Yes, I am in the suburbs (how
wonderful).
Still, I’ve
made the best of our situation. With a lot of search and a little bit of pixie
dust we found a great brick house sitting on a large lot that just so happened
to have a quarter acre garden already good and started for us. The gentleman
that lived in the house before us was an AVID gardener and apparently kept a
pristine little oasis. But as time moves forward, so does age. He approached 95
and the garden went into major disrepair. His wonderfully cared-for soil became
overrun with weeds, and the few raised beds, bean poles, and sand mounds began
to disappear with every minute that they sat unused.
When good
’ol George finally decided to move on from this home to his next, we were lucky
enough to stumble upon it. With the
resources that he’s left behind—including heat lamps on a nifty pully system,
a gardener’s journal, and an old galvanized watering can—we’re ready to step
into the unknown. I hope that you’ll join me through this journey of gardening
and self-discovery.
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