My garden is 860 square metres of possibilities, muddy boots and the occasional surprise slug. It sits here in Hanstholm, where the North Sea weather can turn a calm morning into a proper gardening story by lunchtime.
Tucked into all that space is my little greenhouse: just 9 square metres, but enough to give tomatoes, cucumbers and tender seedlings a more sheltered start. I like that it asks me to work with what I have. A small greenhouse still has room for plenty of good things.
The garden is a mix of vegetable beds, fruit, berries and the everyday corners that make a place feel lived in. I try to notice what grows well, what the wind has other plans for, and what I would like to do differently next year. There is no master plan that survives a full season, and that is part of the fun.
Self-sufficiency, for me, does not mean doing everything alone or growing every last thing we eat. It means a few more meals that begin outside, a shelf with jars put by for winter, and the confidence that comes from learning how food grows. One handful at a time is plenty.
Thanks for spending a little time in my garden. There’s always something new to try, and I’ll be glad to share what happens next.