|My "garden" a couple of weeks ago, complete with dog toys.|
I understand that's a little unexpected, what with my herbalism background, but it's true. Every year I start a vegetable garden, and by every mid-July, it looks more like something out of Little Shop of Horrors. So why on earth would I start a bunch of vegetables in the back room of my house?
I'm wondering that myself. Perhaps I'm a glutton for punishment, or perhaps I'm a hopeless optimist. Whatever it is, this time it seems to be working. Maybe it's the combination of melding a sort of houseplant outlook with growing vegetables that is doing it for me, but the things growing beside my parrot cages are beginning to look edible. There they all are, little recycled containers filled with radishes, green onions, garlic, carrots, greens, even a couple of tomato sprouts, all happily growing beneath the glow of a shop light. I even got help from a guy in a local hydroponic store who I'm sure wasn't growing any vegetables in his house. Herbs, maybe, but not vegetables. (It was rather psychedelic in there.)
Eventually, I'll plant vegetables in the garden again, and I'll try outdoor container gardening alongside the indoor variations. And no matter where this experiment leads, if it ends in big tossed salads or tears, I'll be writing about it for a new book I'm working on called Suburban Dirt. I'll give you occasional updates as to my progress, and I welcome your input! Perhaps something you say will end up in the book, so please do share your experiences and suggestions.