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It all started with a dream.

Ok, that’s not true. It all started with an unhealthy obsession with Little House on the Prairie, a misguided conviction that it couldn’t be that hard, and unfettered library access. 

I began reading endless books about gardening before I even had a yard. In 2009, I grew window boxes of cilantro that my cats slept in. 

A few years later I tried, and failed, to grow strawberries on the patio of the my next rental. When I purchased my first home, the very first thing I did was pick up cucumber starts and stick them anywhere in the landscaping where there was a little space. Have you ever seen cucumber bearing boxwoods? Because I had no idea that cucumbers were a vining plant, and soon had them hanging from all the ornamental shrubs. 

There are two more moves between those first cucumbers and this years garden. I’ve planted a lot of seeds, watched a lot of tutorials, had a lot of success and almost as many failures, and found joy in the growing. 

Now, we are building a life we love as family on a little over 6 acres of reclaimed mine land. There’s no plan, just that same conviction that it can’t be that hard, despite all the evidence and experience to the contrary. The kid and the chickens run wild, there is always something fermenting on the counter, and I’ll probably try to send you home with a jar of something. 

Welcome to the Feral Farmlet. I’m glad you are here.