This post has been on the docket for months now, and I keep putting it off because, honestly, there isn’t going to be a whole lot to write about. I’ve mentioned it a few times in past posts, but it’s worth mentioning again–we’re downsizing like whoa in 2016 in most areas of our life. And one of the biggest places we’re simplifying things is in the garden.
For those of you just tuning in, my husband, daughter, and I live on a nine acre hobby farm in the middle of nowhere in Indiana. We bought the place from my parents in 2012 (this is where I grew up) with dreams of becoming homesteading rockstars. In some areas we’ve succeeded (shout out to our beautiful flock of chickens and our awesome maple sugaring operation), but the one place where we thought we’d thrive easily—the growing of fruits and veggies—we’ve struggled quite a bit.
We’re pretty skilled gardeners with lots of academic and colloquial knowledge in the ways of gardening. Both my husband and I grew up playing in the soil of our parents’ respective gardens (mine right here in Indiana, my husband’s in Northwestern Ontario), and we’ve tried to consume as much gardening knowledge as we can in our relatively short times here on Earth.
When we lived in the city, we transformed our little apartment patio in a incredibly well-producing container garden. We rocked it. We grew so much food on that little 8′ x 10′ patio that, honestly, we got a little cocky with it. So what do two people who think they are God’s gift to gardening do? Well, they go and buy a homestead in the country and put in a garden that is 6000% (literally) bigger. WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG?!?