Against my own will, I am posting this. We have a garden/farm area in our backyard...yay? I guess I secretly like the idea of this garden but am so irked by the obsession that it has become for my husband. He spends every waking moment worrying about it like its a third child..its the first place he goes after work and
every other waking hour any other time he doesn't feel like he should be doing anything in the house. We have always wanted to do projects like this
grow stuff with Arielle, I think it was secretly one of the activities we both looked forward to when she was born..a time when she could be proud to tend to/take care of something thats living and growing and be able to see the results over time. So here it is and its actually blooming..
Of course he had to turn it into a real project with two tiers and a sitting bench but it turned out pretty nice. We have undesirable soil so he also bought tons of soil and basically created a raised bed to plant all these vegetables. Arielle picked out all the things she wanted to plant and they basically lined them up and put them in the ground. We have had quite a few rainy weeks so far so I guess that accounts for the growth we've had but I assume when it gets really hot and dry this will require some watering.
About three months ago, we decided to start growing some vegetable in the backyard. It sounded like a good idea, how hard could it be right? Well, I will tell you that it is pretty hard! Just making neat little rows of planted seeds and building a fancy box around them does not ensure that anything will grow! Even after experiencing a pretty mild summer, lots of rain, nothing is really growing except for these mutant melons/squashes! They grew so wild, they even crawled out of the box and spread into the grass until we put them back in. Now about a week later they have wilted and are no longer really flourishing. We had planted carrots, lettuce, cucumbers, and more and I expected to at least harvest one cucumber or something...no such luck. So now as summer comes to a close , I conclude that neither of us have a green thumb.
