In all of my adult life, I’ve somehow managed to live in places where I’ve never had me own plot o’ land to tend.
After four years in a concrete college dorm, I moved with 5 other girls into a charming condo where we unknowingly planted sun-loving flowers in our shady 12 foot square dirt patch. That led to five years of “black thumb discouragement” which got me through more years in the college dorm where gardening didn’t even enter my mind as a Resident Director at Biola University.
Once my hubs and I moved to DC and started having kids, fresh green stuff growing out of the ground started to sound more appealing. Continue reading