It's fine! It's organic.
After looking at more homes with our realtor and taking longer to complete the offer letter than any couple he’d worked with, we made an offer on a 1900 Victorian farmhouse in Judkins Park. For those of you in Seattle, Judkins Park is the neighborhood furthest south in the Central District, and north of the I-90 Lid.
Rapidly gentrifying and wedged between two unappealing streets, our neighborhood is one of the city’s oldest and lined with beautiful trees and many very cute houses from the turn of the century. We’re the last “affordable” neighborhood that you can still reasonably walk downtown from. It should be about a 20 minute walk to the International District and a bit longer to Pioneer Square. We’re even closer to the Vietnamese district at 12th and Jackson.
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During this process, I’d been adamant that we’d be fine without a garden and stressing a condo would work better for us, given our work schedule. So you can imagine my surprise to be sitting on the couch with Vic, picking out lilacs and hollyhocks for the garden. Totally thrilled!
We’ve got plans for an aggressively edible garden, a small orchard, and maybe even a whole new set of chickens. Today, however, we bought our first plants for our slightly shadier front yard, neither of which we can eat. The Edgworthia papyrifera we could make paper from, and a Salix yezoaplina or, in other words, a Yezoalpina willow, which I supposed we could eat its inner-bark in times of near-starvation.
Let’s hope it doesn’t get that way.
Driveway is going to be flowers and vegetables!
