Published: July 12, 2023
Every spring, usually on the first weekend of good weather, I rush to the local nursery and spend what feels like a week’s worth of wages on new plants, soil, fertilizer, and irrigation lines. I can’t wait to get the seedlings in the dirt, connect the water, and watch the home-grown, organic produce flow from Mother Earth based only on my sweat equity. And every summer, usually around the Fourth of July, I face the cruel realization that my green thumb was apparently lost at childbirth. The return on investment for 12 cherry tomatoes, 6 strawberries and a shriveled zucchini just isn’t there. Not everything goes to plan.