Last year my friend gave me some of their home-grown carrots and it made me realize that I’ve never tried to grow anything. I don’t plant flowers or get dirty; I don’t even like putting on my dad’s gardening gloves because they feel gross. I feel like some sort of wild girl when I walk around the outside of my house barefoot.

The next step, naturally, would be to try to grow garlic, carrots, tomatoes, and herbs this summer. I’ve mentioned before in some post about how garlic and a shallot were ruined because maybe they didn’t germinate enough or maybe because they were ready to be eaten, but those were long gone.

My tomato plants did really well because they got pollinated and grew dozens of tomatoes all on their own. Only two baby tomatoes got attacked by bugs/birds and all the others were untouched (unlike strawberries that I tried to grow a decade ago). They’re the easiest and I think this summer has convinced my family to try to grow tomatoes every year.

The carrots were fun but not too big in bounty. However, I didn’t plant a lot of the seeds and still have almost a full packet that I should probably do something with. They were planted at the beginning of May, had lots of changes and growth through the summer, and then at some point seemed to stop doing anything. And then I went on vacation to Cuba and then did a field course after that, meaning I forgot about them more than I had before. They had quite a few little roots when I plucked them.

But they were bigger than I thought they’d be and still quite sweet. I mean, I wouldn’t and couldn’t try to survive off of these or stop buying from the store, but this whole experiment really let us see how difficult it is to grow the big produce that we’re used to buying in stores. Our products taste better but it takes a long time and the overall quantity may not be what you want.

Still, I think I’ve become a suburbanite gardener.