As the evening sun danced across the kitchen garden I was stuck by how close it has come towards the romantic idea I had in my head. A magical place which would not just produce food but be a place of solace. Although I still feel very much in the experimentation phase of growing food I don’t feel so out of my depth even though I still spent a great deal of time pouring over my reference books to check out what I’m supposed to be doing.
I’m starting to see what works and what doesn’t. How the Wellington weather can either boost or ruin our crops. Also, I’m coming to realise that I need a more systematic approach if we’re to have a steady stream of crops rather than the feast and famine approach we’d had so far.