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introductory/about post.
This journal is dedicated to documenting my attempt to cultivate a green thumb! I've been thinking about doing this for a while, but only recently have I been able to really put myself back together, mentally, in order to be able to start a project. And hopefully complete it! And learn a lot.
This journal will have:
- a ridiculous number of tangents
- so much personal detail that could possibly jepordize my future in internet fame (kidding!)
- some pictures!! as soon as I can find the USB cord for the camera D:
- some possible connections to politics (but I will do my best to keep those to a minimum)
Technical details:
- I live in a bland suburb in Portland, Oregon, United States. My parents are lucky enough to have a house on a considerable plot of land, where I will be attempting to plant stuff. The weather consists of at least eight months of rain. Haha.
- I am a college grad who currently works in a restaurant, and is able to collect a lot of food waste from food prep. I decided to make a compost pile a few months ago, and it's coming along swimmingly.
- There are a lot of bothersome invasive flora that have basically taken over.
I realized a year or so ago, that my life has been surrounded by green thumbs. Both of my grand mothers plant loads of things, could identify plants in their native motherland immediately, and all of my aunts/uncles in the 'States have gardens of their own. (I even had an uncle that grew his own marijuana, to much of his many sisters'/brothers' amusement and slight horror.) My dad raised his own chickens/ducks/geese during the first few years we lived in this house. It's been ten years. My mother knows and remembers all food prices in the last twenty years (maybe more) of the places she's lived. So with all the food insecurity going on, especially right now, I've really re-evaluated my position (and it's particular privileges and downfalls) to find that I should really know how to grow my own food.
This feeling reached a peak after attending the Food Justice Conference in Eugene, at the University of Oregon. I learned about the food ways of a handful of Native American cultures (Nations), I saw that there was a void in the ability of the poor to feed themselves. I learned so much, with the other minds, vying with one another, blending and mixing knowledge.
A couple of days ago, my mom bought me seeds. Mostly herbs, for now. Cilantro, Sage, Thyme, Parsely, Thai Basil, Beet, Swiss Chard.
I'll keep this journal public for as long as possible.
Thanks for visiting! I should be posting more again, soon. Right now, the average daytime high is 26 degrees, haha. So the next post will probably be about current conditions, and recent history.
This journal will have:
- a ridiculous number of tangents
- so much personal detail that could possibly jepordize my future in internet fame (kidding!)
- some pictures!! as soon as I can find the USB cord for the camera D:
- some possible connections to politics (but I will do my best to keep those to a minimum)
Technical details:
- I live in a bland suburb in Portland, Oregon, United States. My parents are lucky enough to have a house on a considerable plot of land, where I will be attempting to plant stuff. The weather consists of at least eight months of rain. Haha.
- I am a college grad who currently works in a restaurant, and is able to collect a lot of food waste from food prep. I decided to make a compost pile a few months ago, and it's coming along swimmingly.
- There are a lot of bothersome invasive flora that have basically taken over.
I realized a year or so ago, that my life has been surrounded by green thumbs. Both of my grand mothers plant loads of things, could identify plants in their native motherland immediately, and all of my aunts/uncles in the 'States have gardens of their own. (I even had an uncle that grew his own marijuana, to much of his many sisters'/brothers' amusement and slight horror.) My dad raised his own chickens/ducks/geese during the first few years we lived in this house. It's been ten years. My mother knows and remembers all food prices in the last twenty years (maybe more) of the places she's lived. So with all the food insecurity going on, especially right now, I've really re-evaluated my position (and it's particular privileges and downfalls) to find that I should really know how to grow my own food.
This feeling reached a peak after attending the Food Justice Conference in Eugene, at the University of Oregon. I learned about the food ways of a handful of Native American cultures (Nations), I saw that there was a void in the ability of the poor to feed themselves. I learned so much, with the other minds, vying with one another, blending and mixing knowledge.
A couple of days ago, my mom bought me seeds. Mostly herbs, for now. Cilantro, Sage, Thyme, Parsely, Thai Basil, Beet, Swiss Chard.
I'll keep this journal public for as long as possible.
Thanks for visiting! I should be posting more again, soon. Right now, the average daytime high is 26 degrees, haha. So the next post will probably be about current conditions, and recent history.
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