This is the year of our family’s first garden. Our first true yard, really.
When we moved into this house last year, our small plot of land was a wilderness of waist-high weeds, clumped earth, and one scrappy sunflower born from a handful of bagel seeds I tossed outside for the birds. We decided to try our hand at taming it.
For the past three months, the tenacious green emergence of life at the front and back of the house has changed the flow of our days. Every moment it feels like we’re waiting for the next thing to happen — and we do not know what it will be.
Early in the spring, we transplanted a small tree and then feared we had killed it…