Part journal, part learning forum, part manifesto and part opinionated rant, this is my space to talk about my urban garden. Because I don’t like rigid boundaries, I consider occasional posts that zoom out to the wider community and zoom in to cooking experiments fair game.
My garden journey begin about 15 years ago when we first moved into our suburban Kingston Ontario home. For me, two of the most important criteria when house hunting were a big yard that didn’t back onto someone else’s yard and a big kitchen. We lucked in with this house with its large (though awkward) kitchen and approximately one third of an acre lot backing onto a soccer park.
The yard, while it helped sell us on the house, was also one of its most annoying features. Every week or two we had to haul out what I consider to be one of the biggest suburban noise polluters – the lawnmower – for the hour and a half ordeal of mowing the lawn. And while I hated the vast expanse of asphalt in the front yard (the house had a big semi-circular driveway with big extensions running up each side of the house), it did save us from what would have been even more time wasted mowing the lawn (though we paid for it with snow shoveling in the winter).
Today I don’t have a single patch of lawn remaining. And while it would have been fun to have started this blog at the beginning of my gardening journey, better late than never.