You know me, right? So you can laugh with me as I tell you that I’ve been asked to participate in this new weekly Gardening 101 series with Phoebe of Getting Freedom and Connie of Smockity Frocks. What are those girls thinking?!
I’m the mom who starts to think about the garden when she hears the neighbor fire up the rototiller.
I’m the mom who had a great time planting seeds with the kids last spring, and then proceeded to dump the whole bag of carrot seeds while cleaning up. Whoops! Have you seen carrot seeds? (They’re tiny.) Let’s just say tiny carrot seeds can’t grow into big carrots when they’re all clumped together.
I’m the mom who gets all excited about planting the garden (late) but has no plan. None at all.
I’m the mom who tried to start plants from seeds. Once. A few stringy, spindly, weak strands of green later, I punted and visited the nearest greenhouse.
I’m the mom who grows a Mystery Plant or three every year.
I’m the mom who at 4 months pregnant last spring cried “I am gardener, hear me roar!”, at 6 month pregnant bent over to pull a few weeds, and at 8 months pregnant stayed in the air conditioning while the plants died a slow, painful death. (Even 100° Kansas heat struggles to kill neglected zucchini.)
So. I’m that mom and that gardener (term uttered as loosely as freshly tilled, dry dirt). Really, I’m agreeing to this for accountability and so I can ask you for help. 😉 Want to learn with me?
So, this is it. Our garden spot. And when I say “our,” I mean two of my incredibly generous neighbors and our own family. This side of the posts that used to be a fence? Ours. That side? One neighbor. The water source? The other neighbor. It works for us, mostly because the two of them are much too kind and knowledgeable. And… they plant too much, so we benefit.
Clearly, we have nothing planted yet. And clearly, I have no idea what I’m doing, although I did purchase a handy pair of gardening gloves today for a dollar. We’ll see how long those last…
Hopefully by next week, when the first linky goes up at Getting Freedom, I’ll have something more to share than dirt. Won’t you join us?