The Manic Gardener - An Organic Gardening Blog
Iâ€™m a wannabe Westerner, a city girl in search of greener pastures, always climbing trees just to get high, climbing the mountain to see what I can see. My father claims that my first word was â€œhorse,â€ an unfortunate choice on my part since I grew up in Manhattanâ€”not the town fifteen miles from where I live now in Bozeman, Montana, but the island between the Hudson and East rivers.
So itâ€™s got to be one of lifeâ€™s great ironies that here in the wide open West, Iâ€™m struggling to raise vegetables on a small urban lot with more than its share of trees. Is this fair? Is this right? I mean, really. I spend my NYC childhood reading Laura Ingalls Wilder and dreaming of the West, and I finally get here, I make it, I SUCCEED, and here I am, in a quintessentially Western town, all ranches and skiing, and I have less space than I did at my halfway-to-Montana house, in Minnesota.
Nonetheless, I persevereâ€”bravely, nobly, humbly.