I am so proud of this little patch of earth. This is my first year growing a garden. The first year I was married, I was in an apartment. Then I was VERY prego, Then …well, I picked out the spot, but it never got tilled. Then the next year, I bought the seeds, but it never got tilled. And this year? There was no other person to till it and wait on to get it tilled, so I did it myself. With a shovel. For 2 days. I figured if I asked someone if they had a tiller, they either wouldn’t, or I’d still be waiting. So it was worth it. And I got a nice tan… for about a day afterwards, darn fair complexion!
We were kind of late in planting it (had to find a day it wasn’t freezing and it wasn’t raining. There weren’t that many days like that), but we got it in on memorial day weekend, which is the end of the recommended planting season. And don’t pay attention to the patch of weeds to the right. I planted my garden in the “weed patch”. It means for more weeding, but at least I’m using the space, and I’m not wasting yard space.
I’ve got beans and tomatoes in this front patch (the pic right above these words), with peppers (if they ever decide to pop up, they still don’t show yet, so there probably ISN’T peppers), pumpkins, cucumbers, and squash behind them. (with a small onion patch behind them, but they havent come up yet, so maybe I dont get onions either.) the pumpkins are doing WELL, but the bugs got to the cucumbers, so I don’t know if they’ll survive (speaking of bugs, they apparently LOVE my beans, beets, and radishes. I was going to grow it all “organic” but I just couldn’t do it. or I would have NOTHING. I figured non-organic was better than non-existent.) Then I have a row of beets, then lettuce, then more beets, then radishes (if there are any left) and carrots, and then 4 rows of peas (since they’re B’s favorite. but by the time we get any, she’ll be so sick of her Grandpa’s peas, she probably wont eat them. Grandpa is getting LOADS and LOADS of peas.) Don’t tell “the man” but my pea supports are his garage light covers… they work beautifully, and if he doesn’t come back, I doubt he’ll want them. But if he does come back, I might get into trouble…
