I come from a long line of gardeners but sadly, it took me a long time to find my passions in life; gardening. When we ate at her house, few items were store bought. She always had home-made bread, milk and meat from my uncle’s farm, and of course, home grown vegetables. She is long gone but my memory of her garden is still fresh in my mind. At the ripe old age of 51, I had my “aha” moment. I appr
oached the owner of a vacant corner lot 2 doors down from my home. I offered to cut the grass and shovel the walk if I could put a garden on the lot. He agreed, happy that he could cancel the landscape service and save money. The rest is history. I now feed the neighborhood tomatoes along with a variety of other fresh produce. Like most true gardeners, I grow with organic principles. I compost excessively, don't spray anything but water (rain water from my rain barrels) and pull w**ds by hand (therapy). I am a little OCD with my garden but there's worse thing in life. The garden is not just for growing food. I have regular visitor, including neighborhood kids, senior citizens and everyone in between. I upset a neighbor by feeding his kids carrots. He said “Thanks a lot, now my kids won’t eat store bought carrots anymore. They want Dan's carrots!” I took that as a compliment. Having a garden on the street and not hidden from the public makes it a social gathering place. One neighbor comes over and then more join in. After a year of gardening, I had the beekeeping urge “sting” me. After studying beekeeping all winter, I started my own hive and produced honey. I currently have 5 hives and give bee presentations to grade school kids and students at the local junior college (where I have a hive in their rooftop green-space). This led to City Sweet Garden. I currently sell City Sweet Honey and Honey Paws dog paw balm. I hope to get into selling fresh product to the elderly at senior housing complexes. I built a produce cart that is pulled by my bicycle. And who knows what’s next!