Garden
I was not a very good gardener until I moved to the Midwest. Growing vegetables on the side of a mountain in California was reserved for people with serious commitment and serious know-how. The Midwest on the other hand (Illinois in particular), was really good on the ego. The combination of rich soil, long warm days with plenty of sunshine, and consistent rain will make a gardener out of just about anyone. My very first garden in the summer of 2012 was amazing--I really impressed myself:) So much in fact, that I started a blog called Cara’s Garden so that I could tell my family friends all about my new skills. And 15 years later, I’m still here. The blog turned into a website at some point along the way--and the garden became my center.
Over time, the garden became such an important part of my life that our hunt for a house when we moved to Ann Arbor was completely directed by the garden that a house might be attached to. After a year of looking, we came upon a gorgeous garden, with a sweet little green house in the midst of it. And eight years after moving in, the garden and I are getting to know each other. The world outside my back door not only provides food, flowers, herbs, and summer shade, but is also my muse and personal sanctuary.
