Any Pagan foodie worth the name knows the ineffable joy of growing your own. Whether is a balcony windowbox, some containers on the deck or tilling up the Back 40, the pleasure of growing your own food cannot be oversold.
I began gardening as a child. My father's family had been country folk and he was itching to move to the country and try his hand at farming. We had a cow at some point, a goat, chickens, ducks. And a sloping south-facing garden that was tilled each spring and planted with corn and green beans and tomatoes.
Back then, western North Carolina was blessed with good amounts of rainfall in the summer and we hardly ever had to water the garden.
Now, I catch water from the roof of the house and water my garden with it. I garden organically--well, not certifiably organically--and have the pleasure of wiping soil off radishes and eating them in the field. I eat tomatoes warm from the sun, and perfectly ripe.
There is nothing fresher than food that comes from the back garden. The taste is different, the nutrition is better.
Win. Win. Win.
If you don't have a backyard, you might consider herbs in the window or containers at the front door.
So many articles are being written about knowing where your food comes from and how it was grown. May I suggest doing some of it yourself?
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