If I ever go looking for my heart’s desire again, I won’t look any further than my own backyard because, if it isn’t there, I never really lost it to begin with. Is that right? ~Dorothy
I’ve been spending most of my free time in the last year or so traveling to parks all over the Mid-Atlantic region to take photographs of birds. This morning, I stayed in my own yard. This year, my son, daughter-in-law, and granddaughter took over the front yard and made it into a vegetable garden. Those are his garlic bulbs hanging out to dry from a line on the front porch (vampires won’t be visiting our house any time soon). You must understand, Steve is as passionate about his vegetable garden as I am about my birds. He believes… and acts upon his beliefs… in biodiversity, in sustainability, in maintaining a minimal ecological footprint. His mantra is, “Grow gardens, not lawns.” So, water barrels collect the rain to water the garden, the garden is totally organic (no pesticides or herbicides in this yard!), and it is filled with heirloom vegetables and fruits (old cultivars that are still grown in remote locations, that were grown during earlier periods of human history, and that are not used in modern, large scale farming).
This morning, I just spent some time visiting this beautiful little garden. Here’s what I found…
To quote Dorothy one more time… There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home…