Weekend in the...city?

Yes, we've gone agricultural again, what with all the blueberry picking in New Jersey...

 And the hours of labor in the side yard:  

(Yes, that is a bag of trash, but hey! It's bagged up!)

I should have taken photos before we got started, because then you'd be super-impressed at the amount of work that went into getting the side yard to this point. It may not look like much more than a trash garden to you, but at least now we can see what's happening and make a real plan.

I was going to say we cheated a little and got a few starter plants, but a.) it's almost July already, so we needed to get a move on; and b.) we also planted seeds.  

I have to move to Nashville in just about seven (short) weeks, but I was thinking that if my Philadelphia legacy is a sprightly little garden and a freezer packed with blueberries, that's really not so bad. Not bad at all. 

Book famous.

So yesterday after loading up my bike basket with herb and tomato seedlings from our neighborhood farm*, a photographer approached and and asked if he could take pictures for a book he's writing about the urban farm movement in the United States. Holla! I got to parade around in my boots with my totally charming load of greenery, chatting and having fun.  I hope my pictures make the final cut. The book is due out next fall.

 * Well, one of our neighborhood farms. There's another one now!

(Okay, so I still geek out over books more than anything the internet has to offer. I'm not even sorry about that.)

Resettling.

It turns out that the best way to get started in a new phase is family...

and food...

and friends.

Well, okay, the dogs of friends, but everyone knows that admiring dogs is the best way to connect with other people. 

Phew, new blog, post one: done and done.