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“Mommy, I love onions!”

I looked up from my weeding and stared in disbelief as my three year old took another bite out of a fresh green onion he had just jerked from the soil. This was the kid who cried if vegetables were placed on his plate at dinner. Who thought cooked green beans were green worms and cherry tomatoes were the eyeballs of the salad.

But here he stood munching away at a plant that would have had my eyes watering just from picking it, let alone enjoy it like an apple. Thus began an interesting journey where he would eat anything I planted as long as he could harvest it fresh from the dirt himself. Cooked vegetables were still treated like poison. Fresh taters, kohlrabi and cabbage? Some of his favorites, as long as I didn’t dare to pick it for him.

This is why I garden. Why I’m happiest with my hands in the dirt and the sun on my back, or picking berries with the family after the sun goes behind the trees in the evening, or hunting through a forest of pole bean vines with the kids for just a few more beans. We never seem to get them all. Even in the deep of winter, there’s the excitement of ‘the week the seed catalogs arrive’. When you can curl up by the wood stove with a hot chai latte and a stack of possibilities while the wind howls across the fields outside and the snow drifts get ever deeper. Or how about the excitement, in the dead of January when it gets dark waaay too early, of teaching your kids to press those tiny seeds into the potting soil, and then watching them wait like mother hens for their seed babies to pop up. Because there is joy in growing things, whether your passion is kids or animals or blueberries…..or even onions.

We struggled through infertility and miscarriages after we got married, until I started digging deep into the research and decided our nutrition needed a serious overhaul. Having grown up well below the poverty line, I was familiar with the family garden. Heck, sometimes that was all the food we had. So I decided to start a garden of my own, and somehow coax my poor carb-a-holic husband to make them a serious part of his diet. I’m proud to report that he now knows that Mexican red sauce counts as a vegetable because you make it with tomatoes. (The sauce counts, not the entire burrito.) And that potatoes grow under the ground and not on vines like tomatoes. And that there is a serious taste difference between store bought and vine ripened strawberries. And soon after that first summer, we had the delight of becoming parents.

I truly believe that what you eat affects your health greatly. And I’m delighted to share plants that anyone can tuck into their flowerbed or garden that can feed them and their families for years to come. Because my kids love the thrill of hunting for berries, we offer a wide range of them, from the productive strawberry to the exotic kiwi vine. But there must be flowers too. Have you ever watched the delight a child has over seeing the butterflies and hummingbirds come to visit ‘their’ flowers? It’s magical. Or seen a little girl make her mommy a giant flower bouquet from lilac or hydrangea flowers? Yep, this is why I grow plants.

Come join us, see what we have to offer. There’s something here to spark joy in everyone.

With love, Faith