Having been raised on a small subsistence farm in a rural Connecticut town, I’ve always had an affinity for growing things in the earth. As a child, I helped my father plant tomatoes, potatoes, corn, and berries of all kinds. I loved riding on the tractor and walked and ran barefoot everywhere on our acreage until there was snow on the ground.
When I moved to Litchfield from south Florida, both my husband and I immediately began our own gardens. As a child, he had lived in a farmhouse in Germany for a while after his parents’ apartment was bombed during World War II. He created a proper Gemüsegarten in our backyard that was deer-proof, bear-proof, fox-proof and nearly bunny and chipmunk-proof. He also built a bird feeder in front of our sliding glass doors in the back of the house so I could watch the goldfinches, blue jays and cardinals at the feeder, which was eventually reengineered into an everything-proof marvel.