In case you hadn’t realized from all the things I casually mention, our family is slowly making our home into what I’ve now learned is called an “urban homestead”. Everything we’ve started growing here is edible. Everything that isn’t, we’re trying to either get rid of or it serves some other purpose.
For example, I insisted that Mr. Pikko not cut down the ti-leaf plants because it was useful for ropemaking. Sure, it would be a primitive rope and I ain’t gonna go making some right now.