This garden is the result of several unexpected events.
My husband and I moved into an upstairs apartment of a house, a dwelling only intended for two-and-a-half short months. We found it by accident. Thank you, craigslist-style Facebook groups.
A corner plot in an urban setting means concrete every direction you look. But alas, a six-by-six foot square of land is hidden between a driveway of motor vehicles and the neighbors siding.
Back up though, isn’t planting the first week of June a bit too late to actually reap any harvest? I thought so. In my mind, that ship had sailed.
One lazy day after work, the husband and I accidentally walked into a garage sale of clothes and other trinkets in which we found quickly that we were not interested.
Then we spotted the box of seed packets. The possibilities became real. The seed packets then sat on our kitchen counter for nearly a week. According to the farmers almanac, if you soak the seeds in water with a few drops of hydrogen peroxide (or something like that), germination happens more quickly. We tried it.
I am the skeptic. My husband is the farmer. What do you know, the little green plants popped their leaves through the soil shortly thereafter? [pictured below: tomatoes, dill, spinach, lettuce, fennel]
Plants really do grow from seeds! *Cue (former farmer) husband shaking his head. At least I admit my doubts!
I promptly purchased basil seeds in hopes of pesto all fall and winter long. It’s a little baby miracle too.
Alas, our tiny plants. Who doesn’t like things that are mini?