Whether we're outside gardening or in Wegmans grocery shopping, people mention how much they enjoy watching our progress.
This, in contrast with news stories of similar projects in decidedly more planned communities or suburban neighborhoods that meet mixed reactions, at best. I quake to my toes each time I hear about gardeners who have been forced to rip out their beloved perennials and fruit trees and plant grass where they had intended food to grow.
By doing all the labor ourselves, we knew it would take years to establish. After all, peach and apple and cherry trees don't mature overnight. Even the grapevines took three years before they produced. And, hardscape elements like stone pathways and raised beds can only be created as quickly as our wallets -- and backs -- allow.
That our neighbors have had the patience to let us pursue our dream is a precious gift.
One we truly appreciate.