People, this gardening thing has totally and completely hooked me.
Yes, I'll admit that sometimes it is a little irritating to work 8 hours, run errands, go to the gym, walk the dog, make dinner, clean up and THEN still need to water the jungle that is taking over my backyard, but once I'm out there I can't stop myself from cooing at my baby tomatoes, or smelling the basil, or protecting my cauliflower from the evil little worms that eat their leaves, and before I know it I'm laying between the isles rolling in the dirt screaming, "I LOVE MY GARDEN."
I think my nightly watering is beginning to scare Adam.
Here is the garden as you approach it for the nightly watering ritual. Last weekend while I was in Seattle Adam was a DOLL and slaved for like 25 million years hauling rocks to finally fill in the border around the garden fence, instantly turning our garden from 'nice' to 'seasoned professional'.
Man I love that kid.
No joke, this shot was taken at eye level to my sunflowers. I'm thinking this means the one in the back is nearly 6 feet tall. Even more terrifying is that these guys haven't even flowered yet, meaning we're looking at another 2 feet at LEAST.
Here's the garden as a whole. Teaming with veggies, some we've already been able to sample. Making dinner has become my new favorite past-time. Coming into the garden, breaking off a few leaves of lettuce, maybe grabbing some shallots, snip off some basil or oregano, and then casually walking back inside to start my dinner has been absolutely inspiring.
Suddenly I'm filled with all sorts of ideas for next summer.
If Adam isn't careful I'm going to simply start digging holes in the middle of the lawn and plopping down pumpkin seedlings.
I mean, the lawn has the best sunlight after my garden patch. So it's only logical that I move into the lawn for additional planting next year. This little garden is cramped enough as it is.
And really, what is a little 1 ft hole going to do against all that lawn? Plus, maybe it will give the lawn character.
I told him when we started this garden that I needed more square footage.
Men never listen.
For a while I was worried that my tomatoes weren't going to produce fruit. We had a week of 90+ weather and the more I read, the more the super gardeners told me that the heat was the reason my little tomato flowers were shriveling up and dying without producing any fruit.
SO, being totally reasonable I ran to the garden store instead of consulting the internet for a quick fix.
And even though the guy who worked there told me that the 5 dollar bottle of blossom booster had done NOTHING for his garden last year, I bought it anyway. Because damn it I needed to feel proactive.
So every night I went out there, and I sprayed my organic compound which was probably fucking five dollar sugar water, and I waited. And moaned at the idea of going all summer with ZERO tomatoes.
And then I saw this.
And Adam thought I'd found a snake.
But no. Just a baby tomato.
Take THAT garden supply guy.
OK, I mean the baby tomatoes are probably a result of the decrease in hot weather, but I like the idea that me, in all my infinite garden wisdom, with my plant shaking, and my spraying of sugar water ACTUALLY helped turn a fruitless plant into a super producer.
What can I say?
I think highly of myself.
Ashley, the Accidental Olympian