I grew up loving the outdoors, as a child I used to practically live in tree in our yard. It had a perfect little nook where I could climb and hide away. Whether I was watching the clouds pass me by or stuck with my nose in a book, that tree opened the doors to let my imagination run wild!
I’ve shared my love for the outdoors here, here and here.
I’m pretty sure my love for everything in nature was spawned by all the time I spent with my dad outside growing up. I remember riding along with him to fix fence, spending days on the lake fishing, and bearing the cold and snow to scout coyote or deer.
I’m a believer that we all need our own unique connection to nature in order to appreciate it. We all have our own story and our own memories that sparked our love for the outdoors, if we had the chance to interact with it on a deep, personal level.
So, you may recall from earlier posts here on CWC that gardening is not really my thing…I’m just not a gardener.
You can catch up on a little bit of my gardening experience here.
I have to give Wildland Man full credit for any gardening experience I do have and any crops we are able to harvest.
But, I tell you what; I’m learning to like it. Heck, I may even be falling for gardening. Only time will tell.
I liken it to how I became comfortable in the kitchen and began to like cooking and baking.
I guess, now that I think about it, both the kitchen and the garden have always been Wildland Man’s domain. Now I’m encroaching on both. Hope he doesn’t mind.
As a child I used to tend to my mom’s flowers and the few vegetables she had time to plant in the spring.
Well, maybe saying that I tended to them is a bit much. More like watered. Once in awhile. Or forgot and dried up. And probably more like drowned when I finally did get around to watering them. I really wasn’t very good at my job.