I have no idea what I’m doing in the garden. Beyond knowing that plants need sun, water and soil, last season I had zero skills for growing anything besides mold. Having lived in a city apartment with not even an inch of deck space for 4 years before moving to our home on Salt Spring Island, and no garden experience since early childhood, I had a lot to learn.
This year, not much has changed. There were a few things to be learned from trial and error, however. I think maybe that’s the only way to figure out how to garden.
In your own climate. In your own soil. With whatever plants you want and whatever space you’ve got.
You just give it a try, and hope something works out.
I’ve decided, like so many other things in life, the yield isn’t as important as the process. If you spend time truly invested in what you are doing, for the simple joy of being and learning as you go, it doesn’t have to be a burden. It can just as easily be a therapeutic hobby. A way of taking time for yourself, your health, and your sanity.
So dig a little here, weed a little there. Bumble through with your non-green thumb. Enjoy the peace. Enjoy the simplicity. Enjoy life as it was meant to be lived.
Maybe your harvest will be plenty. Maybe it won’t. But you’ll never know what you could have grown if only you had planted it.