From This Dirt Forward

Our kitchen is less about food, cooking and eating these days and more about dirt, planting and seedlings.  The trays of seedlings are proliferating rapidly, spreading from their original bench by the window, onto the wine rack, onto the counter, and now even into the spare sink.  It’s a good thing that both my husband and I are hobby gardeners, because if not, I imagine this would be a major point of contention.  There’s nothing more attractive than a man who can overlook a little perlite in his ham sandwich and is willing to shovel potting soil out of the shower drain.  Clearly, we’re meant for each other.

Someday I'll sit here with a plate full of fresh veggies instead of dirt