I have always wanted a garden. I love two things about it, really. One is the concept of working on something and actually seeing (literally) the fruits of your labor. The other is, how awesome it would be to walk outside and pick some things fresh off the vine and eat them on the spot? THAT is truly farm to table.
C and I had talked about it for a while sort of off and on, and one day, poof, dirt was being delivered and he was going to pick up railroad ties. That was…oh…maybe November? And so it all sat there. All through the thick of winter, the stacked up railroad ties and the 4-1 ton bags of dirt, taking in allllll that wintery goodness. And finally last week, we had a break in the weather and decided to actually do something with it.
We started early and worked almost all day, hoeing and moving railroad ties and shoveling dirt. 2 tons to be exact, which set up the half of the garden where we plan to grow veggies. Neither of us could move for like two days. I mean hoeing is hard work! (There are so many ways I could follow up that sentence…anyhoo…). And the whole day, our faithful ninnies sat and watched us from the window like we were the most interesting things they had ever seen.
We got back at it this morning as it was miraculously another decent day, and lined up the back part of the garden, where we’ll plant flowers. More hoeing, mowing, moving…a solid couple hours of applied exercise. Love it. So this is where we’re at.
We are hoping to plant tomatoes (side story: we were eating uhMAAZing tomatoes in San Sebastian, and I look down and C is literally scooping the seeds out and putting them in a napkin…I was like ohmygod, he’s pulling a grandma and stuffing food in his bag…he brought the seeds back, dried them out, and planted them in a planter inside just last week – low and behold we’ve got dozens of little sprouts! Here’s hoping we end up with uhMAAZing tomatoes in our garden!), lettuce, squash, maybe strawberries, cucumber…who knows what else. It’s our first go ’round so we are going to wing it to see what works.
Incidentally, I just read about the possible origin of the “Mary, Mary, quite contrary” nursery rhyme. Queen “Bloody” Mary? Really? That just doesn’t seem right for a nursery rhyme.
And on another note, I made these on a whim this morning. C calls them brown sugar cinnamon crack and has ordered me to get them out of the house. I ate one. They’re either headed out the door or I will shortly be pouring vinegar and salt on them and throwing them away (they are kind of that take-out-of-the-trash good). Le sigh. Why doesn’t my wedding dress have an elastic waist?