Each year when the garden season ends my husband, Peter, and I have a conversation about cutting back on our gardening activities. We have a resolve. An agreement. A decision has been made. And then gardening season rolls back around...
My first memories are of garden and kitchen with Father and Mother respectively. On the kitchen front, Mother tells me that my favorite thing was sitting on the kitchen floor with a pan and a wooden spoon for musical or culinary reasons. She also said I chattered a lot to myself – or maybe I
I wanted to call this post “be careful what you wish for” but thought better of it. Although, looking back at the past five years, it all really did start with an innocent enough new years resolution to “teach ten people how to grow their own food.” Fast forward to today and I’ve had the
This post first appeared on We Can Grow It. I’m proud to say that when Peterson Garden Project started in 2010, we were committed to growing food for others. Five seasons later, this program has really blossomed under the care of of dedicated leadership and volunteers. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ At this time of year, we often think of what
Peterson Garden Project is one bright star in a big universe of the community gardening movement. Our organization has been nurtured, supported, challenged (in good ways!) and invigorated by others in this sphere that are dedicated, like we are, to making food growing and green space the norm, not the exception in urban areas. The American
When I go to the Northwest Flower and Garden Show every February I load up on potatoes (and shallots, and onion sets…) from Irish Eyes Garden Seeds. (And, yes, some years a quick run to the local discount store for an additional suitcase is in order. I’m not too proud to admit it.) This year,
The mission of Peterson Garden Project, a nonprofit I founded in 2010, is to teach everyone we meet how to grow their own food. We do that with Pop-up Victory Gardens (short-term gardens on borrowed land) where we teach people this essential skill. We also have a Learning Center where we teach dozens of classes
I’ve been quiet for the past months, dear readers, because a sad, sad thing happened. My beloved father – who taught me how to garden, how to be a good person and never let me get off the phone without saying how much he loved me – died in April. He fell off a roof.