Remember that this year I was going to start a garden? You can revisit my enthusiasm here. For those of you who don't wish to click back, here is a picture to refresh your memory. My seeds. Starting to grow already. Waiting for a garden to be tilled up so they can find their beds for the summer.
I remember dreaming of tomatoes, peppers, onion, cucumbers, herbs, homemade salsa....
And now. I will share with you how delirious I really was.
Look impressive? Need a closer look?
Look what I've grown.
Weeds. Tall, tall weeds. Taller than my kids.
Almost as tall as me.
How did this happen you may ask?
Its quite simple, really.
My husband still did not want to till me a garden!
And yes, he did still ask how my veggies were coming along.
So, I have a beautiful weed patch.
Luckily there were still some black berries that survived the weed infestation. We managed to sneak a few. (I managed to pick up some chiggers in the process)
He looks guilty doesn't he? We'll never make that pie if he keeps this up! ;)
So, now my dear husband took the skid loader, in a moment of weakness by me, and took out the remainder of the garden, and I will try for raised garden boxes next year instead of the giant weed patch.
How are your gardens growing? Is your thumb green, or a bit more brown like my own?