G The Urban Farmer

During my childhood, I spent my days in a modest yard where my parents had planted two peach trees at the property’s edge. We often maintained a small vegetable garden that yielded tomatoes, peppers, and herbs like basil and oregano. Some of my most cherished memories revolve around the stories my parents shared about victory gardens during the food shortages of World War II. I vividly recall the thrill of plucking peaches from the trees, wiping the fuzz on my shirt, and savoring the juicy fruit as it dripped down my chin. The joy of harvesting ripe tomatoes and peppers to present to my mother for dinner preparations was equally exhilarating. I found a deep connection to the earth as I dug my hands into the soil, learning early on to plant marigolds to deter pests from the tomato plants. This experience ignited my aspiration to become, at the very least, a gardener, and perhaps one day, a farmer, as I dreamed of leaving the city behind to cultivate my own land.