For as long as I can remember, I’ve dreamed of having a garden. There’s something so beautiful about the idea of sustainability and growing your own food—it’s always fascinated me. My grandparents were farmers in Brazil, and although I left their side at the age of six when we moved to the United States, I guess you could say it’s in my blood.
My parents worked tirelessly to provide for me and my two younger sisters. Despite coming to America in search of a better life, it never truly felt like we put down roots. We were constantly moving—state to state, apartment to apartment. To me, a garden has always symbolized roots. You can’t plant a garden unless you’re planning to stay. It’s a commitment, a promise to grow and nurture.
Last year, when I married the love of my life, I began that journey of planting roots—both literally and figuratively. My husband inherited a beautiful four-bedroom home after his grandparents passed away, and it felt like everything I had longed for was finally within reach: a home, stability, and the space to build a life. I’m truly so blessed and the glory goes to God.
This spring, we made a spontaneous trip to Tractor Supply. We had only planned to buy bird seed—my husband recently got into birdwatching (which I think is absolutely adorable—he’s such an old soul). But somewhere between the aisles of seeds and soil, I convinced him to support my dream of starting a vegetable garden. We walked out with seeds, potting mix, trays, and pots. Just like that, the journey began.
Here’s to planting roots, growing dreams, and building a future—one seed at a time.
With Love,
Dayana
