We spend a significant amount of money on groceries in our household. It’s unavoidable really, considering the considerable size of our family.
Six, in case you lost count.
I’d venture to say that a disproportionate amount of our food budget goes toward produce. Of the organic variety.
We eat very little meat.
Very, very little in fact.
Mostly because I’m sort of squeamish in that department.
The obligatory holiday turkey completely creeps me out.
As do whole chickens.
And fish. Especially when scales (or worse yet: eyes!) are involved. ICK.
So we rely heavily on earthly things like lettuce, and peppers, and tomatoes.
Sometime last winter Jeff got the itch to start a garden.
We couldn’t. Because it was too cold.
But come spring, he was unstoppable.
We took a trip to Lowes, where we bought redwood and garden soil and a variety of seeds.
And he sawed and built and planted.
Six weeks later the promise of a future harvest has sprouted. Each day we go out and peer into our little garden, marveling over each new leaf, every sign of growth.
Someday soon. Someday soon we’ll yield enough homegrown vegetables to make a meal, saving a few bucks in the process.
What’s not to love about that?
