A work in progress by Elise Weatherby

Welcome to my little city food garden. It’s a work in progress. I started the garden to teach my son about food and quickly realized I was the one that needed to do the learning.  We live on a smallish city lot complete with a super busy intersection, bus stop, high school and gas station just beyond our property line.  This is an urban food garden in every sense. I am not a full time gardener, I am just a regular person trying to grow some food, self sufficiency in my wildest dreams! I work as a local real estate agent, I am a mother of one little big boy and as a husband and wife team we are renovating our 99 year old home literally from the ground up(but that is a story fit for another blog entirely). Needless to say I don’t have a ton of spare time on my hands.  During the growing season I probably spend about an hour each day enjoying, I mean working in the food garden, pulling weeds, planting seeds. the “work” does not include drinking coffee proudly admiring my ripening produce, harvesting, visiting gardening centres, or spending hours surfing the internet reading all my favorite gardening blogs. The garden seems to always be changing partly because I keep changing my mind about the layout, but also because gardens naturally change over time, plants get eaten, plants die when I forget to water them, plants get too big and I have to move them, plants self seed and all of a sudden I have an arugula “bed” in the midst of my squash. My garden is not always perfectly weeded and manicured with neat path ways and defined beds, but for me it’s always a place of lovely amazement.

5 Responses to A work in progress by Elise Weatherby

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  2. kayjayaitch says:

    An intersting article in many ways. I am going at the whole gardening ‘thing’ from producing edible, tasty food from my garden, based on a hundred year old archive of recipe books and writings that I inherited from my grandmother. I shall certainly pop back to read a bit more.

  3. Stephanie Chacon says:

    I found your site today and enjoyed reading it for awhile. I’ll probably come back sometime. I lived in Vancouver for 16 years mainly in the UBC area, and we also had visitors helping themselves to our garden. They would open the fence and come in to pick blackberries, or they would just be touring around the garden like it was a public park.

    Now I am in Upstate NY trying to grow all my own food in a suburban lot. I have to protect so much from deer that people can’t get into the gardens very easily either. I haven’t had as many problems, but one season all the cherries disappeared, including stems and pits so I think that was people and not animals. I have my eye on a neighbor kid. I saw him eyeing the cherries just before they disappeared.

    I am enjoying eating fava greens these days. I am experimenting with taking just the tops so that they will regrow. I put them under protective fabric when it gets cold.

    One of these days I’ll start my own gardening blog. Thank you for taking the time to do yours.

    • Thanks a lot Stephanie! I appreciate you kind words. I don’t understand urban foragers but perhaps they liken our food gardens to the over grown invasive black berry patches around the city? I actually had one lady help her self to my beans then knocked on the door to scold me saying she had taken them because I didn’t harvest them fast enough and they were going to go to waste! Well I was going to save thoes for seed but….yes they treat us just like a public park! I hate having to keep my gate locked and I am hopeful that when my hedge grows up it will make the garden less visable to prevent some of that. Oh cherries I wish, I think I may have killed cherry tree #4? Will see what happens in the spring:)

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