From balcony to table: my first harvest (and what happened next)
June has something magical about it. Everything grows, blooms, bursts with life. Except my courgettes. But we’ll get to that. Back in March, I wrote—full of hope—about my microhuerto on the balcony of my finca. A few pots, some bags of organic soil, and seeds I wasn’t entirely convinced would become more than decorative optimism. The Spanish sun gave it her all, the rain did next to nothing, and I… […]
