I recently learned the French word “potager” – it means kitchen garden. I love all the various words for gardens. I like the idea of victory gardens, of food not lawns, of your plain old veggie garden…but the simplicity and elegance of potager? That’s a word I can get behind. (I am an English teacher, ergo a word nerd).
My birthday is in early March….and delightfully here in zone 7b, I can get started right around then!
This was after my birthday weekend. Little baby kale and strawberries and lots of seeds you can’t see. (Also: beehive)
After a few weeks and thrifting some roofing slates.
Then I realized I had way more seedlings than space, so I added a few more beds (this is April 15th). (And because I’m a seed hoarder, I might be adding another new bed…oops.)
First harvest! Kale and mustard greens!
First dinner! Gluten free Alfredo with crisped garden greens on top and some super dry homebrew cider. All the deliciousness.
Beauty is in the Eye of the Storm 