Author name: Tarynithia Glintmoor

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 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 disappointed. You do too. This is not another vague list of pretty pictures and wishful thinking.

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

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

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.

I’ve watched too many gardeners drown their tomatoes with well water they didn’t understand.

Gardening feels like guessing half the time. You water it. You wait. You panic when the leaves yellow. I’ve killed more basil than I care to admit.