Well, it isn't huge, but neither is my garden!
I first began this garden because I wanted to see if my grandfather's green hands (more than just thumbs, this man had) didn't skip me like I feared. Because disharmony with culture made me reach back into the arms of self-sufficiency and sustainability. Because I wanted to feel the satisfaction of that first taste of food that I planted the seed for, that I mulched and watered the soil for, that I cared and cultivated and weeded for. Because I wanted to ensure that I could give back, through care and keeping of this garden space I call my own, to this earth that I have walked upon for near four decades now.
And the cycle begins. For I have gotten far more than I have put into it already.