I’m new to Nashville. I’ve discovered there are a lot of cars here.
Red cars, big cars, truck cars, too many cars. I often jog across the street to avoid the alarming Tennessee trend of gunning red lights. I always make it, thankfully, but I keep arriving at the realization that this small-town Midwesterner isn’t used to anything but space. I need some of my own in Music City, without the pavement. Preferably something that grows food and leaks green.
Welcome to Post One, The Plot.
I am a third-generation gardener with a latent green thumb. My Grandma JJ started her garden in 1968 and raised 9 children on a bed of vegetables and strawberries. My mom fell into the hobby later in her life, during an empty-nest crisis. (She’s quite good.) Between my grandma and my mom, I grew up eating cucumbers, green beans, onions, peppers, rhubarb, melon, dill, canned tomatoes, corn, and grapes.
The plot (ha ha puns) of this blog is to archive the transformation of my small, hella jungle of a backyard from a Nashville weed pit to a sustainable fount of food, as well as to record my own progress towards becoming Master. Gardener
What is your favorite vegetable to grow?
Any advice for starting a garden from scratch?