Grow Up
I took the string off the garden this morning, now that I can clearly make out what’s what and who’s where. And even though the sprinklers were going for broke, I grabbed the camera to mark the occasion…
…only to find our newest family member I bit down in the dumps at his new home.
“Do you want to talk about it?” (and, yes, I really asked him that)
“Why can’t you be more like your brother?” (and, yes, I really said that too)
These are my little iceburg lettuce babies.
I love them.
White Lisbon Onion. How cute is that?
Ho ho HO! You can just stop right there, Weeds From Hell. And don’t think I put in railroad ties for my health. You even think of breaching the wall and I swear to God in Heaven I’ll call in an airstrike. (yeahyoubetterrun)
Okay…that lil’ nipper? That’s my Bloomsdale Spinach.
*tear
We talked a long time. We talked about organic seeds, and nutrients and minerals; we talked about crinkle-leafed rosettes and–
–were interrupted by mocking laughter.
Game face.
Yeah, don’t think I don’t know it was you, Bailey.
*sniff
It’s so beautiful!
Mark and my dad went shopping for seeds/plants today for the garden (which has grown to 30′ x 40′) and now they are busy planting. My dad was so excited about the whole thing – it’s his first garden. My mom sends him over to play every day now. Sometimes she even packs him a lunch!
Was thinking about you today when I was deglazing my pan with some red wine. How are those reduction sauces coming? Have you developed on for waffles yet? LOL
30′ x 40′?! My garden has been reduced to utter shame and vexation. You must send me photographs to share with the WiP readers. It sounds wonderful! And as reductions go, I’m looking for a white wine concoction. Any ideas?
I’ll hold off on the pictures until it’s more than just dirt and strings. And I stand corrected – it’s only 28′ x 40, I’ve been informed.
So sue me.
The guys rented some industrial grade rototiller and every time I looked outside they were moving the stakes and grinding up sod! I was beginning to fear for the entire lawn. Before they rented the tiller – when it was all manual labor – they were talking about “a couple of tomato plants and maybe some peppers”.
It obviously morphed. Like every other home improvement project that has ever been started around here…
A white wine concoction? Hmmmm. I’ll have to ponder. I sent you that link the The Pioneer Woman blog – have you checked it out? Her recipes are TO DIE FOR. Hot Crash Potatoes could change your life forever. And her Pot Roast? Swoon. All sorts of good things.
It’s like being twelve years old again with my first patch. Nice sharing.