I’m only feeding the two of us, so a few container-grown broccoli plants are gracing our table with plenty of goodness this winter.
The brussels sprouts will follow close behind; I’m anxiously awaiting their bounty.
On the way down to the mailbox yesterday I stopped to chat with our neighbor Les, who was conversing with another neighbor from up the street aways, an older gent named Bill, who it turns out is also a container vegetable gardener. Those of us with small yards must grow what we can, where we can. Bill was interested to hear of my terracing project and rued the fact his backyard hill faces north, which rules out growing vegetables there.
I advised him to tear up his front yard and plant his vegetable garden there. I was not kidding. It was good to talk with someone who goes to the same trouble I do to grow a little bit of food for their table. Here in suburbia we are a dying breed.
