Tarynithia Glintmoor

I started my first garden with a trowel, three seeds, and zero idea what I was doing. You probably feel the same right now.

I dug my own well. Not with a shovel. But after twenty years of watching water bills climb, I got tired of guessing what’s in the tap.

I hate looking at my backyard and feeling guilty about it. You do too, right? It’s not supposed to be a chore to step outside.

I hate looking at my backyard and feeling disappointed. You do too. This is not another vague list of pretty pictures and wishful thinking.

I started gardening with a trowel, a bag of dirt, and zero idea what I was doing. You probably did too.

I love the smell of basil crushed between my fingers. That sharp green hit. The way rosemary sticks to your hands.

I hate finding holes in my lettuce. Especially when I know exactly who did it. You’ve seen them too (aphids) on your roses, slugs on your basil, something

I hate digging through ten apps just to figure out if my tomato plant needs more sun. You do too.

I’ve watched too many people stare at their backyard like it’s a math test they didn’t study for. You know the feeling. Grass patchy.