About
No, this is not a picture of me. This is a photo of my soon-to-be husband; we’ll call him F. In the spring of 2009, when I began a modest little container garden on the porch, F. decided I needed something more. Something I’d been dreaming of.
He took matters into his own hands, literally, and dug me a kitchen garden.
I’ve wanted one for years and years — even before I got into the relocalization movement and wanted to green my food supply. My maternal grandfather was a farmer in Northwest Georgia for over 50 years, and my paternal Grandmother was obsessed with her city-bound flower and herb garden (terraced almost straight up behind her mansion in Buckhead, Atlanta). I’ve just never had the opportunity to make my own in-ground garden. I’ve lived in a few countries and several different settings, gardening on terraces, back porches, decks and tiny balconies. But I never owned my own postage stamp’s worth of land.
However, John, our landlord, said “Sure!” when I timidly asked if I could have a garden — although I doubt he ever envisioned this. When John first saw our efforts, he stood there in a shocked silence that really worried me. (Uh-oh.) But he’s since told me he loves to see the progress of our garden whenever he’s in the neighborhood, and he recently offered to loan us his rototiller to finish tilling the fall-extension garden bed and gave us enough mulch to redo the paths after a flash flood.
F. was not very happy with me for taking this picture when he was all sweaty from digging. But I personally thought he looked extremely attractive as he was in the process of giving me the best gift anyone had ever given me in my life.
This blog began as a wordpress blog called Victory Garden Redux, which I’d envisioned as a semi-private photographic journal of my kitchen garden. I wanted to challenge myself to write and post something every single day in order to stretch past my fear of having my words read. I managed to do so with very little interruption for the first six months of the blog, at which time I knew that it was ready for a new incarnation, and I was ready, too. So The Enchanted Earth was born and continues to evolve with the garden’s growth and with mine.
I hope you enjoy your time here. Please feel free to comment and give me suggestions, discuss your gardening woes and triumphs and discoveries, alert me to my mistakes or inconsistencies. (Those last two are appreciated much more in private e-mails, but as you wish.) This blog would not be the vibrant and lively presence it is without the organic participation of so many gardeners around the world.
Gardeners are the most wonderful, generous, interconnected tribe on earth. (Well, maybe the writer, artist, photographer, and cook tribes could give them some competition. I belong to all those overlapping tribes and more, which you’ll probably sense as you get to know me.)
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Wordy indeed, I can attest to that
Wow, F is obviously an amazing man. What a wonderful gift a garden like that is. I love the photo and is that Leo watching the garden unfold?
It is indeed Leo.
Kudos to you for noticing. You are very observant and handle the details of life with care, Talon. I’ve realized this in reading your beautiful blog.
And yes, F. is an amazing man. I feel very lucky.
hola….de casualidad me encontre con tu perfil, y la verdad me he quedado maravillada por las bellas flores que tienes en tu pag.web.te felicito…bueno ha sido un gusto buenas noches…CARIDAD
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mi pag.web: Caridad Tovar.bye
Thank you, Caridad. I understand just enough of your language to get that you’re enamored of my pictures of flowers and sending congratulations my way after having accidentally stumbled upon my site via my profile.
I am so glad you did!
I can so relate to the excitement of receiving worms instead of a diamond (I rarely wear the diamond ring when gardening anyways…so what’s the point of having it
So very nice to meet you! I look forward to sharing in your gardening experiences ….. Happy Gardening from Illinois!
Worms are awesome, and very clean. I have some right now in my bedroom, believe it or not, making me some sweet black gold (and I mean compost, not oil) for the spring planting season. They do it so quietly and efficiently, and I was amazed to discover the experts were right on this one: there is no odor of decomposition at all!
Diamonds would be better if not for causing so much insanity among human beings. Nobody ever got shot, tortured, or enslaved over a bucket of red worms — so far anyway. And unlike diamonds, well, they continue to breed, so I cannot imagine there will never be a shortage.
Thanks for the good wishes.
Hi M.E. – your blog was recommended by the plantfanatic in hawaii as a wonderfully written one – I agree! I love the title of the blog – I’m waiting until my tiny backyard is no longer needed as a soccer field to go for the full victory myself. This year, I planted my first veggies in two little “square foot gardens” – the bounty such a small space produces was astonishing. My whole family is now clamoring for home grown tomatoes. Nice to know you! Kelly
excelent…congratulations
¿quién quiere vender conmigo la paz de un niño durmiendo,
la tarde sobre mi madre y el tiempo en que estoy queriendo?
Tú eres el que ha pasado, el que ha llegado,
y el que vendrá. vende el árbol que queda
en la arboleda de la verdad,
en la arboleda de la verdad. Voy a ofrecer por el aire
las alas que no han volado, y los labios que recuerdan
la boca que no han besado. Alza cada mañana
esa campana de tu canción,
pregonero que llevas mil cosas nuevas en tu pregón
mil cosas nuevas en tu pregón. Vendo en una cesta el agua
y la nieve en una hoguera
y la sombra de tu pelo
cuando inclinas la cabeza.
Are you still in Georgia? What state do you live in?
Hi, Jeff! We’re in South Carolina now. If you look in the sidebar to the right of the page, you’ll see a section entitled “Where does my garden grow?” which will give you all the details about the bioregion and climate where I garden.
Thanks for stopping by.
Ya no queda nada que decir, tan solo Adios y felicidades en su camino , ya me canse me agote de buscar la Flor que no encuentro jamas. y mi PC, ya se canso tambien. es hora de retirarme creo Yo.gracias !! Exitos !! .