I will also be spending a few hours a week volunteering at a local farm to learn even more so I can build a successful acre (eventually) garden of our own. My hope is the garden will help feed them and keep their daughters busy while they welcome their third child this summer.
In the meantime, though I will be setting up a small garden at our rental for our friends we are renting from. Now, that we are back in Michigan, I am taking what I have learned during those years and starting our own farm (yeah I am going beyond a garden) on our land this fall. You can read a few posts here and here from WAY back about what I was learning. That 60×40 inch plot was a labor of love and I learned a lot from that garden plot. Not the smartest thing we have ever done. In fact one year Mike and I got brave and hand-tilled it ourselves. Then when we rented that home from my parents for a while, I kept it going. In 2009 after I finished school and moved back home to my parent’s home (thanks to the recession) I spent much of that year helping my dad start their garden. That said, the garden has always been a passion of mine. Even if he will never know him, Hayes will grow up experiencing what my grandfather sowed in me at a young age: A love the garden. I wanted to somehow pass along his passion for gardening and living simply to Hayes. I couldn’t imagine a better way to pay homage to a man who unknowingly sparked my love for plants and seasons. I loved his garden so much so that he was ultimately the reason Hayes received William as his middle name. I remember biting the heads off the broccoli whenever he turned his back and laughing when he found me out. I would go over many days and spend days with him and we would pick veggies, tend to the garden, and he would have me sample things we picked. There isn’t much I remember when I was younger than 7 years old, but one of the most vivid memories I have is walking the rows of my grandfather’s 1 acre garden in downtown Harbor Springs.
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