Orchard Fresh Blog
April 7, 2011
After college, I lived in Chicago for five years. The winter would fitfully jolt into summer, skipping spring entirely, and sometimes on sunny April days I would stand on our apartment's back balcony and wish for a tiny yard where I could garden. It turns out I didn't get just a tiny back yard. I moved back home to rural Pennsylvania, where I can not only enjoy a warmer, lusher spring, but I can also use my parents' acreage to plant a garden.