A bit about gardening and life…
I grew up northwest of Dawson Creek, BC (Mile Zero of the Alaska Highway) on a farm, with my parents and two sisters, in the community of Bessborough; just three miles from the land and log home my grandparents first homesteaded in 1931.
In turn, my husband and I raised our own family in a log home in the same community.
I don’t ever remember a time where I didn’t have a garden beneath these Peace Country skies to either help in, or a garden of my own.
While my husband worked at his store in Fort St John- some 50 kilometers north of our farm-I raised our two sons and made a living writing weekly humour columns for newspapers and garden articles for magazines. I kept chickens and bees and gardened with the intention of raising as much of our own food as I possibly could.
In 2014 we made the difficult decision to sell our country home and move to the city my husband had commuted to for work for over 22 years.
My parents had moved to town, our children had grown up and moved away and my husband was growing weary of the commute. I had never imagined moving. As every gardener will understand, leaving my garden behind was one of the most difficult things I have ever done.
But it wasn’t the most difficult.
The most difficult thing I did was agree to move into a condo.
And I don’t mean a townhouse or a duplex.
We moved into an apartment.
On the fourth floor.
I have no idea what I was thinking, but from day one I was like a wild bird stuffed in a box.
For three summers I tried to fill the void with balcony gardening and four plots at the community garden, but it wasn’t the same.
As Joni sang in her song, you don’t know what you’ve got ’til its gone.
My hands yearned to be in the soil. To dream a garden space and watch it come to fruition in my own backyard. To be part of the seasons of the Peace again, instead of hovering above them.
In March 2018, we decided to upsize at an age when most are downsizing.
We bought a house, and more importantly, a yard.
We moved in on April first and I sincerely hope we weren’t fools.
I have knocked the dust off my hoe and wheelbarrow and am digging back into the Peace Country soil…this time as an urban gardener.
And so the journey continues.
This site dates back to our years on the farm and along with musings on gardening and life, it includes bits of garden trivia and some glimpses into several garden tours held over the years in The Peace Country. If you type “Garden Tour” in the search bar I think you will be amazed and inspired by the magic our gardeners manage to create in this “zone 2b or not 2b” northern Canadian climate.
Thanks for dropping in.