I used to think you needed a massive backyard to grow a serious amount of food. Every spring, I’d stare at my tiny patch of usable ground and feel completely defeated by the math of traditional row planting. If you follow the standard seed packets, a single squash plant wants a ridiculous amount of space
I’ve spent the last two decades with my hands in the dirt, and if there’s one thing I’ve learned, it’s that nature has a funny way of humbling you just when you think you’ve got it figured out. This post is about one of those humbling moments—specifically, the time I decided to “go vertical” and
I remember sitting on my tiny balcony about fifteen years ago, staring at a single, sad-looking tomato plant in a plastic pot. I had this grand vision of a lush, Italian-style terrace overflowing with greens and heavy fruit. Instead, I had a sun-scorched vine and a lot of concrete. I thought, “There’s just no way