Our food forest has officially begun. Deposit paid to our wonderful (friends and) designers and everything.
Now, I’m not gonna lie — these early stages are plain old fun. We lie in the backyard, talking a lot with Katy and Felipé about what kinds of plants we’re going to grow: where, how, and why.
Katy shows us pretty educational materials. We drink a few beers while we’re at it, and eat the enormous oranges that our neighbor just can’t pick fast enough from his tree. We lament that we have just tooo many fruit trees; we can’t wait to have some beans. And artichokes. But man — we don’t want a high water bill! And no weeds (unless they’re useful, of course, which Katy points out that a lot of them are). We take some measurements. Trent occasionally makes some grand gestures and sweeping artistic statements.
There’s very little dirt and sweat right now, but it’s coming. And along with it, apparently — a whole lot of cardboard and manure.
But for now, we’re just blissfully in love with this decision, and everything it will mean for us, our home, our community, and our grocery budget in the years to come.