This last weekend, as I was deadheading and weeding in my garden, I started thinking back to my First Attempts at gardening.
Those First Attempts . . . were mostly Not Successful. (I've learned a lot over the years. Mostly through trial and error. Heavy on the error.)
But one thing I was really good at - right off the bat - was growing vegetables. (Turned out . . . it wasn't me, though. I just lucked on to some incredible soil in my first vegetable garden!)
I had always dreamed of having a garden. As a little girl, I used to love to pull weeds with my Mom in her flower beds. I liked seeing the bees hovering over our bridal wreath spirea in the front yard. I liked watching the Illinois corn grow higher and higher through the summer. I knew that someday I would have a garden and grow my own stuff.
And, after years and years of "apartment gardening" (houseplants, pots of herbs, terrariums), Tom and I bought our first house in 1987 -- in Hudsonville, Michigan. What I didn't realize right away. . . is that our property was right in the middle of the most incredible soil ever: Muck! (In Hudsonville, famous for onions and celery, the muck is from the old Grand River bed. But, trust me, pretty much EVERYthing grows in that muck!)
Here I am in 1988* . . . in my First Ever Vegetable Garden.
It was fabulous! Everything grew. Everything thrived. Everything was incredible! (I thought it was me. It wasn't. It was the muck!)
(The hair. Oh good lord . . . the hair.)
I'm not so much into the vegetable-growing these days. But it sure was fun (and easy!) back in the muck fields!
* Life was so very different Back Then. In 1988 I was working as a CPA for Ernst & Whinney in Grand Rapids, Michigan. We had two cats (Jelly and Jambo), but no kids. I drove a Mazda. I played in a golf league. I read all the time, but hadn't picked up knitting needles in a decade. And I remember being very excited about my NEW CD player.