Beauty as a Human Right

I am so excited. It’s time, finally. Trays are bleached, starting mix has been acquired, seeds have been catalogued and laid out by date, heat mats are out, and the grow light is set up. All of this in a tiny, dark, cold, basement furnace room because it’s the only place the cats aren’t allowed without a supervising adult! I’ve never been so happy to be in a freezing cold basement as I was today. I put on my stories, aimed the space heater at my feet, and started scooping soil into the trays. Molly Bloom sat on a tiny corner of a scrap of carpet and kept me company the whole time.

I don’t have a lot of space to work with outside either. Just 4800 square feet for the whole property, including the house and deck. If I had to guess, I’d say I’m probably growing on less than 1000 square feet with the upcoming expansions. Teeny tiny. But I am learning everything I can about maximizing space and season extension in order to get the most out of it. I am even toying with keeping some things in pots in the sunny driveway instead of planting them in the ground. Let’s be honest, that will probably be the vegetables. A girl has to have her priorities. And even they are slow going. But we’re getting there.

One last thing: I’ve been thinking so much about accessibility these last few weeks. Without making a bold declaration, I think of beauty as a basic human right. And I believe everyone should have access to it. I just got married last week on less than a shoestring budget. I absolutely did not have the money for the kind of flowers that I love and see on instagram. And I think there’s got to be room in the market for folks like me. I don’t know what that looks like yet, but stay tuned for more thoughts on beauty as a basic right and my commitment to accessibility. And Ruth Bader Ginsburg. And good manners versus politeness.

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