Fifteen years ago my youngest son was diagnosed with a brain
tumor. The trauma of that continues to
ripple out over the ensuing years. Some
of them are obvious, but some of them are not.
Even as a mental health professional, there are things I really do not
understand. It just is what it is. One of those things for me was a complete
inability to think about a garden.
Which is too bad. I
love having fresh produce throughout the growing season. Being able to add fresh herbs to whatever I
am cooking is a wonderful way to add brightness of flavor to food. I can’t explain why I haven’t been able to do
it. I have compensated with frequent
visits to my local Farmer’s Market and participating in a multi-season CSA. Which has definitely helped but it is not
enough. My spouse has decided that it is
time to get back on the horse. So now we
have a plot of land that is rototilled, manured, and some of it is even planted. Wish us luck!
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