Growing up, I was always around the rhythms of farm life, but never fully immersed in it. My childhood visits to my grandmother’s house out west often meant collecting eggs from her chickens, and at home, my parents would stop by the local farm stand. While they chatted with the owners and enjoying the plants, I’d be off playing on the swing sets. But it wasn’t until 7th grade that the idea of working at that farm stand truly sparked something in me. I just knew I wanted to be a part of it.
Soon enough, I was surrounded by the world of gardening—learning about perennials, annuals, herbs, veggies, and shrubs. I started growing my own patch of tomatoes, peas, and cucumbers, and I even helped my dad plan out his garden. There was something magical about digging in the dirt, watching seeds turn into thriving plants, and feeling connected to the earth in a way I had never known.
After college, I moved back home and dove deeper into gardening with my dad—helping him expand the garden, plan the irrigation system, and even setting up solar power for the greenhouse. We also began raising chickens, and it wasn’t long before I found myself completely captivated by the whole process of growing and nurturing life. Meanwhile, I’d visit my cousins out west, whose farm was a sprawling world of goats, pigs, cows, llamas, bees, and horses. Every visit only deepened my love for the land and its creatures, making me yearn to create my own slice of that experience.
Now that Jen and I have our own little place, we’re diving into the joys and challenges of having our own garden. We can’t wait to share our journey—our trials, our experiments, and all the lessons along the way—with you. It’s an exciting adventure, and we’re thrilled to have you along for the ride.
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