One of the few natives in California, I’m an avowed East Bay-ite, born and bred. I married a native Texan, from a long line of Texans, going all the way back to the original Cave Texans. He’s transplanted and thriving in California soil. I’m mostly a self-taught gardener, though I have taken a few classes here and there. And (this is kind of embarassing) one of the best ways to make me fall happily asleep is focusing intently on a couple of pages from a large garden reference book. I have a rather large library, am an INTJ, and at least two more plants than should comfortably fit in any pot or bed at any given time.
My mom gardens every year, and she taught me. We get together and put up strawberry jam, applebutter, and pickles all the time. She is the source of the dirt under my fingernails. She, my Texan and I are working to make this just the right spot to pot up our family, so keep yer fingers crossed!
Time——^———————Money <this is where I like to fall
Lazy-^————————–Industrious <however this makes that difficult
Fake it———————-^—Planning <though this sometimes helps
