The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.
– Abraham Lincoln
Patch. A small piece, scrap, or area of anything. A piece or tract of land; plot. A small field, plot, or garden, especially one in which a specific type of plant grows or is cultivated.
Patch405. A small garden in the 405 area code, otherwise known as Oklahoma City. A place where I can cultivate a variety of vegetables, fruits, and flowers, create my own little slice of heaven, restore my soul, and nurture those around me.
The planning began in earnest in August 2016 with the purchase of a home on the outskirts of Oklahoma City. Edmond, Oklahoma. Almost to Guthrie. An older home that could use some updating. And three acres of land, begging for attention.
I am not particularly handy, but I know my way around Home Depot. I don’t always buy organic, but I admire the movement. I’m not a vegetarian, but I crave a really good tomato. My desire to have a garden runs deeper than all of that. It’s an innate yearning. A call to my childhood. A call to my early years of motherhood. A call to get my hands dirty. To slow days, hard work, and miracles.
Patch405 is all mine. It’s a selfish endeavor. One that my husband supports, my 22 year old encourages, my 20 year old labors to help me establish, and my 16 year old tolerates. They will all benefit from the yummy fruits of my labor. But this is about more than food. In the end, I hope they all come to know why this little patch represents so much more to me than good tomatoes.