I'd already purchased around 80 packs of heritage, non-hybridised, open-pollinated seeds when I realised just how much digging I was going to have to do to plant them all.
We were still two months away from moving into 'the farm' and I figured I better start collecting pickling and preserving recipes, and hold off on any more seeds for a while.
We'd named the house and the potential business.
I'd bought the seeds (again, I point out - heritage, non-hybridised, open-pollinated seeds).
The Man had researched permaculture, solar power, stone-walling, grey-water recycling, wood-stoves and wormfarms.
Even my friends had bought in on the idea - requesting organic tomatoes and lettuces whenever they became ready.
And two months before I was due to finish my job I stood in that big chunk of barren vegie-garden-to-be and wondered how on earth we were going to do it.
We hadn't left our old home-town yet, but I held the words "hired rotary hoe" close to my heart for a long time.
I felt they just might mean the difference between my dreams and a window-garden (a window-garden full, mind you, of heritage, non-hybridised, open-pollinated seeds).
No comments:
Post a Comment