It’s gardening season! Which means nearly every single day for the next three months, I will be doing this almost every day.
This is Gabe’s third year gardening. He’s pretttty much a pro (at getting water and dirt all over himself and stepping on plants). This is our garden. The back is potatoes (!!), then basil and onions, then lettuce and a zucchini (I think?), then red peppers, then a bunch of tomato plants. It looks PATHETIC, right? You can see our neighbors’ garden to the right and it’s somehow growing like lush weeds. Except they have beans and tomatoes.
For the past few years, we’ve gone to Home Depot and just picked up some pretty sizable little plants to start our garden. I like things easy. Especially gardening. This year, however, I decided we’d stay local! And organic! And go to a plant sale run by some nuns. What we didn’t get there, we got from our (far less lazy than us) friends who grew heirloom tomato plants from seed.
The result is a puny looking garden with lots of heart.
Another change is that we’re using newspaper to keep weeding to a minimum. While it’s been incredibly effective and free (YAY), it’s also incredibly ugly.
Our soil is full of rocks (despite three years of picking them out of the garden bed) and the soil is decidedly clay-like and not so rich. The cards are stacked against us, you see? It’s not our fault our garden is ugly. And doing poorly.
To add to our garden woes, we have some sort of disease attacking my beloved little basil.
And the six lettuce plants we got are smaller now than when we bought them. I suspect some cute little bunny is enjoying our lettuce.
Oh, and something is eating our broccoli, too. WOE.