Hi loves. So, it’s almost March! Almost. And for a heat loving girl who always has her bikini in her glovebox just in case, that makes me very happy. We’ve had a couple of really beautiful sunny days in Salt Lake over the last week (60 degrees) Now, I realize that they were kind of teasers… but I’m already feeling pretty antsy for Spring to get here.
One of my favorite things is planning out what to plant in our garden. It’s so much fun sitting down with my mom on the porch and drawing out where each plant will go. She’s much better at it than me, but I’m learning more each year. She focuses on things that are over my head and I focus on placing pretty crystals and wind chimes etc. all around to make it a happy garden. I was obviously raised by a pack of lesbians and hippies.. So there’s that.
There’s something therapeutic about putting my cut off shorts and a tank top on, getting on my knees, and getting my hands dirty after a long day at work. No stress, no bullshit, just me, the plants, some bugs, and some good tunes.
There are moments where gardening can really kick my ass and make me sweat. Like when my mom grants me the lovely duty of hauling huge bags of turkey shit from the car into the garden…. And then there are times where I am caring for one specific baby tomato plant that needs some trimming, and if I don’t do it right it wont live so I have to really take my time and be gentle with it. I’m not a gentle person by nature… so it kind of becomes a calming, peaceful thing for me to do. I always have a shit eating grin on my face when I can go and pick a gorgeous, perfect, homegrown tomato off of that exact plant a few weeks later.
And there is nothing better then being able to share our harvest with loved ones and neighbors. Whether it’s a basket of assorted fresh produce or an amazing dinner made strictly from the garden that we enjoy together on a Summer night. It’s rewarding, and there is comfort and joy in knowing exactly where our food came from.
If you don’t have a garden I suggest you do the hustle and start making a game plan to change that. It’s hard work, but the outcome is more than worth it. Alls I’m sayin’ is I’ve never met a soul that has said “This fresh, organic, heirloom tomato really sucks. I wish I wouldn’t have planted this garden.”