I grew my own food this summer.
In this era of burgeoning economic woe, food security and food safety concerns, the idea of joining the urban agriculture league didnâ€™t seem like such a bad idea.
I may not have mentioned this before, but I spent the first seven years of my life on a farm â€“ or what was supposed to be a farm. In retrospect, I lived in the middle of nowhere while my parents tried to farm. Needless to say, they failed â€“ but it took them seven years to realize that.
As Iâ€™ve gotten older, I find that I too, like my parents; sometimes lend myself to grandiose impractical ideas.
Hence, just like my father before me, I decided I was going to grow my own food and live off the earth this summer.
Now remember, I live right smack downtown in a tiny apartment; but I didnâ€™t let that deter me just like lack of basic amenities like electricity and running water didnâ€™t faze my parents.
Being a tad realistic, I decided to start small; back in May I got some planter pots, soil, seeds and a copy of Donâ€™t throw it, Grow it!
I threw some tomatoes, curly parsley and pineapples (those take years to grow) into the pots and lined them up on one side of the balcony. I didnâ€™tâ€™ do much else except water them every so often. Coincidentally, summer was a nice balance of rain and sunshine.
The curly parsley turned an unfamiliar shade of green and Iâ€™m doubtful the pineapples will survive the cold months (I should have planted those earlier). It looks like I planted the tomatoes just in time because I harvested the first batch a few weeks ago!
I was so proud of myself â€“ Iâ€™d marginally succeeded where my parents couldnâ€™t. I wanted to do something significant with them; like freeze them for eternity, I used them in a pasta dish instead and it was quite tasty.
This winter I want to grow spinach and garlic. (I also want to learn how to sew, but thatâ€™s neither here nor there)