Often called the slowest of performance arts, gardens are long beloved as an artist’s muse. From Monet to O’Keeffe, flowers to veggies, straight lines to sexy curves, gardens provide a canvas for individual expression. For me, I love spying a newborn broccoli, the first blush of a tomato, a snow pea that’s ready to crunch, and the daily formation of wheat seeds in my frontyard veggie garden. Growing food by my front door, makes it easy to design what I call “straight 2 the plate” meals that are homegrown, seasonal, colorful, and delicious. Dinner at our house is almost always a spur-of-the-moment surprise.
Growing nutritious food for my family is a pure passion that goes deeper than the beauty of the bounty, it allows me the recurring freedom to play, experiment, fail, explore, fall in love, get dirty, and do good deeds. During the pandemic, daily connection to the garden was a relief from my daily grind and it tethered me to the core of my mental health - and my privledge - becoming the catalyst for my nonprofit that empowers home and community gardeners to help end hunger and ensure that everyone has equal access to healthy food. It turned out that a modest suburban veggie garden sparked daily joy for photography, cooking, and even my life’s work. You never know what a garden will grow.
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