POD’s tender, a freelance writer and full-time college administrator, grew up on 30 acres in southwest Michigan, where gardening was (and still is) a way of life. Sure, she screamed and moaned every time she was forced to weed the multi-acre garden plot. (Not to mention the herb beds, perennial gardens, and endless annual plots.) But years later, jonesing for fresh, home-grown, love-labored produce, a gardener was born. Finally.
The only catch? No acreage. No yard. Instead, a narrow sunless alleyway leading to the street (see: Sladder) with just enough room for a bicycle and a garbage can.
That’s when the little blue deck was born.
POD’s not a trained gardener, but it’s in the genes. The tender’s been growing and learning, succeeding and failing for over 10 years. Container gardening isn’t easy, but those very challenges make it all the more rewarding.
I hope you’ll join me.