the beginning

I never thought of myself as a plant person. Maybe I got it from my grandparents and it took a few years for the genes to become active. But five years ago, I bought a cactus and tomato seeds and planted them. All plants stayed in my basement college apartment bedroom. My seeds eventually produced three tiny tomatoes (which I ate) and nineteen mini cacti. 

Today, one cacti is still alive and growing after surviving freezing and sun-baking, which killed all of its brothers. It's the tall skinny guy in the picture. I've had various degrees of luck with tomatoes, peppers, squash, potatoes, and peas. With no formal instruction or prior knowledge, every planting has been an experiment. Some seeds are sold here but don't want to grow in my dry, high altitude, Northern Utah climate. Some do well and some don't. At any rate, I keep experimenting and loving every second of it. Perhaps it's time to start tracking my adventures.