July 1, 2010, was the beginning of what would become My New Life. I moved into a new house in the middle of coastal suburbia, a hidden gem just minutes from uncrowded surf spots and amazing sunsets over the water. I had spent the last eight years living in a concrete loft downtown, so this new environment — in all its shades of blue and green (from the paint trim to the terraced gardens to the ocean views), its sounds (we traded sirens and party-goers for songbirds and foghorns), and its smells (salty breezes in place of diesel fumes) — was pure paradise. In an often-overlooked part of Los Angeles, of all places.
When house-hunting originally, all I’d wanted was a “normal” house with a backyard for my pugs. And by backyard, I would’ve settled for a square patch of lawn with just enough room for a couple of chairs and a grill. This is LA, y’all… where sprawling and useless front lawns often outsize their rear counterparts.
But what I suddenly found myself in was a nearly 10,000-square-foot lot on a sloping hill with thriving vegetable beds and plenty of space to create a small-scale urban homestead. Given the state of the economy, the scary invasion of GMOs in our food supply, and the exorbitant prices at Whole Foods, the prospect of growing our own organic fruits and vegetables was fascinating and very exciting… if not a little daunting. My only experience with gardening was potted herbs on a windowsill or fire escape. Most of them barely survived, but that didn’t stop me from making a trip to Home Depot’s nursery to replace yet another wilting plant. I liked to believe that my enthusiasm made up for my lack of green thumb, though!
So here I am, on my little micro farm by the sea, not really knowing what I’m doing but determined to grow something — anything? — to feed us at least one meal this winter. I just hope everything won’t turn brown the moment I take over the backyard.
Let the garden projects begin!