The first lines I wrote in this blog were the following:
There is something about starting a garden that makes one feel a little god-like. (The humbling days come further down the line.)I was more prophetic than I realized, because the humbling days have been many. But the good days have been many too—days when the sun on my back feels warm and the soil moves through my fingers like a rich, dark, crumbly dough. And the blooms have been many as well, some of them, like an orchid or a lilac, as long-awaited as a child’s first steps. Having this blog to record those moments—all those wonderful, rewarding, or hair-tearing moments—makes the journey that much more worthwhile. To those who read this blog, whether you regularly visit or just occasionally stumble upon it, thank you for being a part of it.