Forage Queen

I’ve been spending more time in the yard lately, and it’s wild how much a little structure changes everything. The front yard suddenly has actual sections around the new path, and I finally set up a raised bed with clear squares, labels, and a mix of herbs and medicinal plants (Gemini? hippie? idk) — and the whole space feels calmer, more intentional, and way easier to work with. More exhaley, if you will.

Some things are sprouting, some things are still just hopeful soil, and a few are so teeny‑tiny I’m not even 100% sure they’re a thing I planted… but we’re going full Maiasaura just in case.

And then there’s the mulching. Oh my god, the mulching. I’m out here covering my babies, my maybe‑babies, my butter babies, and whatever‑that‑is over there like some kind of suburban nesting dinosaur who refuses to let a single root fend for itself.

Meanwhile, there’s a plant over there that doesn’t even match my chart! Or does it? Wait, there should be THREE there? All of a sudden my meticulous chart is confusing. But you know what? Let it cook. (even though I really, REALLY don’t think that is spinach. Although I’ve never grown it before so who knows. This really is like building a team.)

But right now, I’m just enjoying the fact that things are happening. I’m glad I’m here to see it and I’m doing it my very favorite way — from the ground up.