Last year was the first time I embarked on growing my own veggie garden. I detailed my escapades in Part 1, Part 2 and Part 3. This year, I won’t take you on such a long and winding journey, but I will give you a quick rundown of how it all went.
When I was growing up we always had a vege garden. My dad was head gardener and he’d spend a lot of his free time toiling outside to produce masses of pumpkins and beans and glossy red tomatoes. I loved helping him, and by helping him I mean, only doing fun things: planting seeds in an already prepared garden bed, picking snow peas and eating more than went in my basket, watching new shoots break through wet earth… that kind of thing.