At the end of the summer, I begged Ed to dump grass seed on the garden so that I would not be tempted to plant it again. Because when a hobby becomes stressful, it's not a good hobby. I lived happily throughout the winter, with nary a thought about Spring vegetables. But damn if those seed catalogs didn't hit my doorstep right after reading Animal, Vegetable, Miracle. I resisted mightily, tossing them quickly into the recycling bin as they pounded on my door daily. And then I found myself at a garden center and walked out with several seed packets. It's my weakness.
Connor planted bush beans amidst the front landscaping, and we have an odd square that's about 4 feet x 4 feet in the front of our home that we've used to grow basil in the past that I double-dug and then planted with lettuce, kale, brussels sprouts, carrots, and a few herbs. So far, no sign of life. But I've been preparing myself already for the rabbits and birds to feast, and have vowed to not get annoyed.
I also have a new fig tree and blackberry bush.
BRING ON SPRING!
|Connor, doing the digging for the new fig tree, something I've dreamed about since moving into this house 2.5 years ago.|