The view, if one chose to look, from my kitchen window is a testament to the general state of my heart this past year. The patch of ground I so lovingly, sweat-ally, and filth-ally transformed into a wondrous place of growing goodness was now a weed choked briar & ant infested heap. I had turned into an un-toned pasty pale screaming harpy. I was angry all the time, moody and just very sad. My insides matched the outside garden.
"Say it ain't so!" 'Twas so.
I had to go back and reread my own darn blog to remind myself that there was hope for that Wildside of my heart. So after months & months of health concerns, surgery and recovery, I can safety say I GOT DIIIIRRRRRRTTTYYYYYY and down to business over the weekend.
Have you ever had one of those days where you wake up and just know you're gonna do something amazing? Saturday was that day for me. The day dawned in glorious splendor. I busted out some house cleaning(gross) and then headed right out to the garage. Well, headed into a minefield of various boy junk and miscellaneous crap that I tripped on cursing as I clung for life on the BBQ grill. I will not be deterred!
After locating my garden bags, yes I did said bags with an "s". Anyone who knows me knows I am a bag lady. My husband will say piles is more correct, as Christey Piles are all over the house, but those are piles of bags, so I guess I win :)
I digress, after locating a pile of garden gloves, to my chagrin no matching pairs. 8 different types of gloves and none matching...no biggie, fashionista I am not, much to my sisters chagrin; who is conveniently not here now....but she is hurtling down the highway from Colorado in a Jeep with our father and her dog. Now that's a topic for a completely different blog! So finally with mismatched holey gloves, a few tools of the hacking trade, oh and Riley...we set off to conquer the nonsense and reclaim some inner peace.
3 hours later...oh the sweet smell of success covered in dirt and hitch hikers! I Christey, the Dirt Girl have recovered 3, count them three 1-2-3 beds for planting! The soil looks surprisingly good, all nice brown and flaky.
There's something about connecting with the earth. Sinking your mismatched holey gloved hands deep into the soil, feeling the warmth and sensing the goodness that's already there is sometimes all you need to transform, to remember, to feel better. I challenge you to find what rekindles the Wildside in you.
Monday, March 24, 2014
Tuesday, April 17, 2012
There was this albino zebra.....
Sheewwie, I’ve been busy! Five permanent beds have been built & planted, the entry and two permanent walkways have been mulched to perfection, and the green house is exploding with green growing goodness. Did I mention the new moose?
All this hard work has left me with a serious farmer tan, well if you can call what I’ve got a tan or is it more like varying shades of less lily white? Better yet, areas of more concentrated freckles? Picture this (you may need a pencil and paper to keep up) Freckle face, check, day-glow “X” across my back from my overalls, fantastic, light brown arms (Confirmed by a 15 yr. old who knows these things) and from about 3 inched above my knees to just below my kneecaps…you guessed it, another shade of less lily white. Below that, where the sun don’t shine, ghost legs like my dad! There are those dirt rings around where my socks stop that don’t ever seem to scrub clean, that should count as color. Got the multi – colored picture? Think Albino Zebra with only 2 stripes & freckles.
Wow, what a tirade. I’m proud to have some color for a change, ok? The sun and the weather have been marvelous lately. My plants are all loving their new homes and growing strong. So strong in fact that I have quite a bit more seedlings than I need… if you live near me, I’ll be happy to share.
For those of you keeping track (& also hoping to cop a stupendous fresh meal) the
Official Wildside Farm Plant Population is…..
Beans – Pole | Red Radishes | |
Blackberries | Salad Bowl Lettuce | |
Black-eyed Peas | Strawberries | |
Blueberries | Sunflowers | |
Cucumbers | Tomatoes - Better Bush | |
Garlic | Tomatoes - Cherry | |
Peppers – Green | Tomatoes - Chocolate Cherry | |
Peppers - Jalapeño | Tomatoes - Roma | |
Peppers – Yellow | Tomatoes - Yellow Pear | |
Next on deck, waiting less than patiently in the green house or on my kitchen counter, these little beauties are next in line to be transplanted out into the warm, compost rich beds:
Watermelon, cucumber, zucchini, cantaloupe, potatoes precious, spaghetti squash, broccoli, spinach, yellow squash, tomatoes, hot jalapenos, and banana peppers. Yum! I can already taste Dan’s homemade salsa!
The boys have been pitching in a great deal more lately for the heavy stuff and the not so heavy stuff. Yes, Dan & Dr. W. I’m listening this time, seems like I’ve over extended myself once again. I’m on lock down. No lifting, twisting, dragging, bending, and soon, no going outside- period if I’m not careful. (Insert small pity party pout) Dan told me that not even my best bottom lip pout will change his mind. He must love me! I did however get a Hello Kitty pink water wand to use to water the plants…so hey, life’s not so bad!
I wish for you many hours covered in the dirt and sunshine. Happy growing!
Monday, March 19, 2012
Catching Up on All the Dirt
Could the day have gotten any better? Saturday was glorious outside and I was able to spend a good few hours under the sunshine thanks to my husband. Some explanation is due...2 of of the 4 boys inside the house are sick with coughs, one w/ fever & wheezy, and yet another one suffering from 15 year dork syndrome...good times.
They day started at 4am with Jake having an impressive nose bleed which of course woke everyone else up. So, after about an 8 hour stint of nonstop boy fuss, I was finally able to get outside. I think they would have eventually figured out a way to get me to step outside so they could close & lock the door behind me...I was getting a little spun up.
To the garden with ye banshee, don’t come back ‘til ye are filthy and smell like bat barf!
A little catch up is probably necessary since I’ve been slacking in my blogging, so here it goes… I’ve repotted & resituated the blackberry vines, out of the five gallon buckets I plopped them in eons ago, to grow over the newly relocated garden arch. I moved it and the entry and the east side beds four feet further into the yard. (Yes, I’m slowly taking over) (duh!)
Moving on….having annexed 4 additional feet required additional weed pulling (gross), so I thought I’d help this process on a little by putting landscaper fabric over the whole area a couple of weeks ago….ahhh no dice. Still had to pull up all those little babies, but, I had gotten two new implements of weed destruction recently so a hacking I would go. The new bendy pitch fork thing really is quite awe inspiring, but my back muscles later exclaimed “ummm what were you thinking? Hacking and swinging that thing like an amazon warrior princess running for her life through the jungle?” What, I had a bit of angst to work out….don’t get me started I finally found some garden zen.
Where was I…Oh! Catching you up. Wildside acquired a small single stack greenhouse. Not the walk in one I wanted, but a very functional 4 shelf 6ft high one. Riley likes to help zip it up. He and I planted all kinds of flower seeds that he picked out. “A garden must have flowers mommy, and these are flowers, and their pretty… just like you” and that’s how 8 packets of flower seeds came home.
We’ve started seeds for black tomatoes, pole beans, cantaloupe, watermelon, spaghetti squash, and huge sunflowers. All of the flowers have come up, the veggies are still percolating. I’ve been eyeballing tomato plants at the various stores, still too early. They’re very leggy and unimpressive. Must exercise patience grasshopper.
I think that about sums up the goings on so far, oh wait, there is the biker I gave my number to trying to score some yard bricks…..Yes, yes I did and he’s called me twice. I’ll save this little morsel for another day because the next paragraph could save your business.
So, there’s a very good reason I don’t muck about in the garden in shorts. Yes, even on those scorcher days, I’m still out there in my trusty overalls, sweating to death and getting horrible sunburn lines. (I don’t tan, I blister) Ok, so I’m sitting there on my little yellow chair, pulling out those daggum weeds, wielding my hacker like the aforementioned amazon, minding my own business, when I feel something approaching my business. I look down and to my horror I see the back end of a pinch bug heading straight into my business area! Thankfully, I had on new tidies with snug elastic leg bands or we would be having a completely different conversation!
Moral of the story, always where overalls and your trusty full coverage tidy whities in the garden or you may end up with uninvited creatures in your whohaa.
They day started at 4am with Jake having an impressive nose bleed which of course woke everyone else up. So, after about an 8 hour stint of nonstop boy fuss, I was finally able to get outside. I think they would have eventually figured out a way to get me to step outside so they could close & lock the door behind me...I was getting a little spun up.
To the garden with ye banshee, don’t come back ‘til ye are filthy and smell like bat barf!
A little catch up is probably necessary since I’ve been slacking in my blogging, so here it goes… I’ve repotted & resituated the blackberry vines, out of the five gallon buckets I plopped them in eons ago, to grow over the newly relocated garden arch. I moved it and the entry and the east side beds four feet further into the yard. (Yes, I’m slowly taking over) (duh!)
Moving on….having annexed 4 additional feet required additional weed pulling (gross), so I thought I’d help this process on a little by putting landscaper fabric over the whole area a couple of weeks ago….ahhh no dice. Still had to pull up all those little babies, but, I had gotten two new implements of weed destruction recently so a hacking I would go. The new bendy pitch fork thing really is quite awe inspiring, but my back muscles later exclaimed “ummm what were you thinking? Hacking and swinging that thing like an amazon warrior princess running for her life through the jungle?” What, I had a bit of angst to work out….don’t get me started I finally found some garden zen.
Where was I…Oh! Catching you up. Wildside acquired a small single stack greenhouse. Not the walk in one I wanted, but a very functional 4 shelf 6ft high one. Riley likes to help zip it up. He and I planted all kinds of flower seeds that he picked out. “A garden must have flowers mommy, and these are flowers, and their pretty… just like you” and that’s how 8 packets of flower seeds came home.
We’ve started seeds for black tomatoes, pole beans, cantaloupe, watermelon, spaghetti squash, and huge sunflowers. All of the flowers have come up, the veggies are still percolating. I’ve been eyeballing tomato plants at the various stores, still too early. They’re very leggy and unimpressive. Must exercise patience grasshopper.
I think that about sums up the goings on so far, oh wait, there is the biker I gave my number to trying to score some yard bricks…..Yes, yes I did and he’s called me twice. I’ll save this little morsel for another day because the next paragraph could save your business.
So, there’s a very good reason I don’t muck about in the garden in shorts. Yes, even on those scorcher days, I’m still out there in my trusty overalls, sweating to death and getting horrible sunburn lines. (I don’t tan, I blister) Ok, so I’m sitting there on my little yellow chair, pulling out those daggum weeds, wielding my hacker like the aforementioned amazon, minding my own business, when I feel something approaching my business. I look down and to my horror I see the back end of a pinch bug heading straight into my business area! Thankfully, I had on new tidies with snug elastic leg bands or we would be having a completely different conversation!
Moral of the story, always where overalls and your trusty full coverage tidy whities in the garden or you may end up with uninvited creatures in your whohaa.
Friday, February 24, 2012
Must have dirt therapy soon!
Something has been missing.....I don't quite feel myself lately....hard to put a finger on it...some say I've been bitten by a stink bug..go figure, I haven't been in the garden since...OMG!!! Has it really been since January since I last posted or been in the dirt???
That's what's been missing. I haven't smelled like bat barf or had dirt under my nails or up my nose is far too long. This must be remedied within the next 24 hours!
I have been doing some garden related stuff though. I received a huge box from Gardens Alive! filled with all kinds of organic fertilizers, seed packets, a watering system, and a seed starting combo box. Very promising..very promising. Oh! through Mother Earth News, the coolest garden tool was available for anybody to use for free, so I used it. A garden planner. Amazing I know. I was able to map out via the time/space continuum my garden floor plan, what plants I wanted where, spacing, companion planting, shade/sun requirements...the whole works. It did most of that automatically, in full color. It also provided a handy sowing/planting/picking guide. It can"t get much easier than that...well, I have to follow the plan first, get the soil ready, plant the plants, ummm move some stuff...in other words Get very DIRTY!
I'll post some new pictures after this weekends dirt debauch...now off to the garden
That's what's been missing. I haven't smelled like bat barf or had dirt under my nails or up my nose is far too long. This must be remedied within the next 24 hours!
I have been doing some garden related stuff though. I received a huge box from Gardens Alive! filled with all kinds of organic fertilizers, seed packets, a watering system, and a seed starting combo box. Very promising..very promising. Oh! through Mother Earth News, the coolest garden tool was available for anybody to use for free, so I used it. A garden planner. Amazing I know. I was able to map out via the time/space continuum my garden floor plan, what plants I wanted where, spacing, companion planting, shade/sun requirements...the whole works. It did most of that automatically, in full color. It also provided a handy sowing/planting/picking guide. It can"t get much easier than that...well, I have to follow the plan first, get the soil ready, plant the plants, ummm move some stuff...in other words Get very DIRTY!
I'll post some new pictures after this weekends dirt debauch...now off to the garden
Tuesday, January 10, 2012
2 Days to recover!
When preparing for a battle that you know at the onset will be hard won, it helps to be prepared both mentally and physically for the long haul. Starting out with a huge second breakfast of Mama's Mound of Love, I suited up (overalls, pink bandana, wellies) gathered up my implements of weed destruction, and my water cauldron...I think I kissed the children, grabbed my husbands----, (sorry I digress, he has been working out. WOWIE! Go honey!) bade them all a fond good day and headed out into the morning sun to met out some farm justice.
After what seemed like 10 hours of non stop hacking and chopping, endless spider encounters, 4 fire ant outbursts and one snake skin, which Riley immediately confiscated. (He now has a blue treasure pot for all the cool stuff I dig up) I came across a particularly challenging root. This thing went on forever, all the way from the back fence bed to the middle of sweet potato heaven. I had to summon the power of Greyskull to pull this thing. Funny, in a moment of clarity, just I a reached for my all powerful attack hacker, something told me, "Dirtgirl...um you might want to pause for a moment of reflection". A little easier said than done my friends, I was in the Zone!
My second breakfast was kicking in, hydration levels were optimum, eye and nasal passages were within the acceptable limits for dirt & debris, just humming along when I realized this root didn't have any runners, puzzling. It was a bit thick to be so close to the surface. Usually one of these bad boys is down a few more inches....You know if you wipe the dirt off and it's sleek, black and shiny, it just may be your neighbor's cable wire.
Have you seen any of those signs lately, "Call Before You Dig" I need their number....ummm, where's my cell phone??
After the cable epiphany, it was returned and tucked all snug into its own dirt bed. Bummer, I forget that I live in the middle of suburbia and just can't dig where I feel like. ((pause)) OK, redirecting the pity pout, moving on...
I have very good news. I slayed the Wildside dragon! That horrible mess fought long and hard. I had thoughts at more than a few moments that I'd have to stop, regroup and try again next weekend. I was getting very tired, the towel was begging to be thrown in. My ass anchors were dragging....(oh, some explaining is due. I had major "renovative" surgery last May in my lower GI & abdomen which required internal slings and anchors. There are 2 attached to my tail bone which pull a bit if I over do. I way over did this day!)(Sorry if this was TMI, but context is helpful) (Ok, Ok, this is why my garden reverted back to it's prehistoric self. I was out of the garden for 5 months. No bending, no lifting, no sitting, no pulling, no pushing, no Garden Zen only garden angst.
I watched the wilderness overtake my carefully planned out beds, weeds laughed at me, non beneficial bugs gave me the finger and taunted me. Plants withered in front of me like my soul. The state of chaos that ensued was devastating to the fabric of my being. There was no joy out there. No wonder words like banshee and shirl were being used to describe me. I was as big of a mess as my garden. A big piece of me was missing or maybe the steady diet of dirt.
However, with the help, cheers and general "We can do this mom" from Riley, I kicked the Wildside's weedy butt. Everything within the garden fence was pulled down to the dirt. The other side....is another story. Don't get me started on the Bougainvillea...that's the husband's joyful job. He's been chomping at the bit to take a chain saw to that spiky beauty for years!
My manicure from last week is shot, 2 nails snapped off somewhere along the way and dirt is even deeper into the cuticles. I'm feeling every mucle in my body...and some of them don't feel so nice. Aaaaahhhh, Farm Zen at last!
(No cable was lost or harmed by this weekends farming activites)
After what seemed like 10 hours of non stop hacking and chopping, endless spider encounters, 4 fire ant outbursts and one snake skin, which Riley immediately confiscated. (He now has a blue treasure pot for all the cool stuff I dig up) I came across a particularly challenging root. This thing went on forever, all the way from the back fence bed to the middle of sweet potato heaven. I had to summon the power of Greyskull to pull this thing. Funny, in a moment of clarity, just I a reached for my all powerful attack hacker, something told me, "Dirtgirl...um you might want to pause for a moment of reflection". A little easier said than done my friends, I was in the Zone!
My second breakfast was kicking in, hydration levels were optimum, eye and nasal passages were within the acceptable limits for dirt & debris, just humming along when I realized this root didn't have any runners, puzzling. It was a bit thick to be so close to the surface. Usually one of these bad boys is down a few more inches....You know if you wipe the dirt off and it's sleek, black and shiny, it just may be your neighbor's cable wire.
Have you seen any of those signs lately, "Call Before You Dig" I need their number....ummm, where's my cell phone??
After the cable epiphany, it was returned and tucked all snug into its own dirt bed. Bummer, I forget that I live in the middle of suburbia and just can't dig where I feel like. ((pause)) OK, redirecting the pity pout, moving on...
I have very good news. I slayed the Wildside dragon! That horrible mess fought long and hard. I had thoughts at more than a few moments that I'd have to stop, regroup and try again next weekend. I was getting very tired, the towel was begging to be thrown in. My ass anchors were dragging....(oh, some explaining is due. I had major "renovative" surgery last May in my lower GI & abdomen which required internal slings and anchors. There are 2 attached to my tail bone which pull a bit if I over do. I way over did this day!)(Sorry if this was TMI, but context is helpful) (Ok, Ok, this is why my garden reverted back to it's prehistoric self. I was out of the garden for 5 months. No bending, no lifting, no sitting, no pulling, no pushing, no Garden Zen only garden angst.
I watched the wilderness overtake my carefully planned out beds, weeds laughed at me, non beneficial bugs gave me the finger and taunted me. Plants withered in front of me like my soul. The state of chaos that ensued was devastating to the fabric of my being. There was no joy out there. No wonder words like banshee and shirl were being used to describe me. I was as big of a mess as my garden. A big piece of me was missing or maybe the steady diet of dirt.
However, with the help, cheers and general "We can do this mom" from Riley, I kicked the Wildside's weedy butt. Everything within the garden fence was pulled down to the dirt. The other side....is another story. Don't get me started on the Bougainvillea...that's the husband's joyful job. He's been chomping at the bit to take a chain saw to that spiky beauty for years!
My manicure from last week is shot, 2 nails snapped off somewhere along the way and dirt is even deeper into the cuticles. I'm feeling every mucle in my body...and some of them don't feel so nice. Aaaaahhhh, Farm Zen at last!
(No cable was lost or harmed by this weekends farming activites)
Monday, January 2, 2012
4 1/2 Hours Later.....
Wow! I'm in rough shape, but oohhhh did I made some progress today! I've been dreading, dreading I tell you starting the "Big Rip" out of the Wildside of the garden. I've pruned and cut back, pulled and yanked most of the way around that section this week (thank you State of Florida for the paid week off!) I could put it off no longer.
During the course of the day while I was procrastinating, the boys were hacking and slashing the ferocious verge with sticks they named like "Death-a-nator and "Vanguard", the Wildside was under attack! It seems that after more than a few smacks in the face & arms by some unruly tall weeds, the boys had had enough - it was time, Mama had to avenge them!
Armed with my ancient rake, my favorite weed hacker, and my little yellow chair I set my sights on total annihilation of the Wildside. Well, I was able to make a huge dent in the mess. (I tend to be a bit out of sync with physical, time & space capabilities) We did however make quite a few discoveries that took precedence over finishing up.
For starters, we found a baby snake, which Riley promptly named Snakey. We had to abandon that section so we didn't "chop him to bits" as Riley put it. How can look into that face and not agree? Next came the flat frog. No legal name, but I guess Flat Frog will do. Jake was obsessed with getting him to hop, so he devised a Frisbee filled with sand-shovel contraption as a way to get him relocated to a new home. Great, another section on the no hacking list for today, but wait there's more!
I had just pulled a vine up when Riley screamed "Sweet potatoes!!!" I had about 9 sweet potato plants last spring that went a bit, well they took over the whole middle section of the garden and sent out long tendrils to the rest. We pulled out several buckets of the beautiful orange tubers before Thanksgiving, yum! I thought that would be the end of them, done. Nope. When I pulled the wilty mess of a vine, out popped several small-ish sweet potatoes! This led to about an hour of digging and a basket of very little sweet potatoes. Riley had found his Nirvana! With his blue basket tucked under his arm, he declared that he was eating them for breakfast!
My dear youngest son, he's 24 days shy of 5 years old and a mini me. Same freckles, same funny faces and yes, the hand on hip smack talk of his mother. Yep, I claim responsibility for this one (sorry honey about the Hello Kitty obsession too). He wants to eat healthy breakfasts,so I made him 2 scrambled eggs with chopped up sweet potatoes....not dreaming he'd like it...but he does! So now with the new crop of rogue taters, I've got a new menu item.
We're going to have sweet potatoes forever I feel, I've come to a place of acceptance. They will be the bonus underneath the harvest. Let me know if you want some.
Pictures will be up soon, so you can follow the progress, the bounty & the pitfalls of our Wildside adventures!
During the course of the day while I was procrastinating, the boys were hacking and slashing the ferocious verge with sticks they named like "Death-a-nator and "Vanguard", the Wildside was under attack! It seems that after more than a few smacks in the face & arms by some unruly tall weeds, the boys had had enough - it was time, Mama had to avenge them!
Armed with my ancient rake, my favorite weed hacker, and my little yellow chair I set my sights on total annihilation of the Wildside. Well, I was able to make a huge dent in the mess. (I tend to be a bit out of sync with physical, time & space capabilities) We did however make quite a few discoveries that took precedence over finishing up.
For starters, we found a baby snake, which Riley promptly named Snakey. We had to abandon that section so we didn't "chop him to bits" as Riley put it. How can look into that face and not agree? Next came the flat frog. No legal name, but I guess Flat Frog will do. Jake was obsessed with getting him to hop, so he devised a Frisbee filled with sand-shovel contraption as a way to get him relocated to a new home. Great, another section on the no hacking list for today, but wait there's more!
I had just pulled a vine up when Riley screamed "Sweet potatoes!!!" I had about 9 sweet potato plants last spring that went a bit, well they took over the whole middle section of the garden and sent out long tendrils to the rest. We pulled out several buckets of the beautiful orange tubers before Thanksgiving, yum! I thought that would be the end of them, done. Nope. When I pulled the wilty mess of a vine, out popped several small-ish sweet potatoes! This led to about an hour of digging and a basket of very little sweet potatoes. Riley had found his Nirvana! With his blue basket tucked under his arm, he declared that he was eating them for breakfast!
My dear youngest son, he's 24 days shy of 5 years old and a mini me. Same freckles, same funny faces and yes, the hand on hip smack talk of his mother. Yep, I claim responsibility for this one (sorry honey about the Hello Kitty obsession too). He wants to eat healthy breakfasts,so I made him 2 scrambled eggs with chopped up sweet potatoes....not dreaming he'd like it...but he does! So now with the new crop of rogue taters, I've got a new menu item.
We're going to have sweet potatoes forever I feel, I've come to a place of acceptance. They will be the bonus underneath the harvest. Let me know if you want some.
Pictures will be up soon, so you can follow the progress, the bounty & the pitfalls of our Wildside adventures!
Sunday, January 1, 2012
It's a Brand New Year!
So, where did Wildside come from? Well, I was sitting knee deep in every kind of weed and non beneficial insect on the "nice" side of the garden, gazing, no actually looking real hard and despairingly at the wild looking side of the plot....when I thought that's a great name for what I've got going on here. A garden needs a proper name...but oh! A farm is what I'm aiming for...so Wildside Farm it is!
It's interesting to me that by just putting a name to something makes it more tangible, more real and I do have a real mess to clean up before any plants or animals come to live here. Works in progress numbers 3-10.
I have visions of grandeur, (honey, please blink your eyes a bit and skip the next few lines, ok- thanks!) a beautiful multi-compartment compost pile, fruits & veggie plants from fence to fence, a worm pit, rabbit hutches, "cats" code name for chickens, "dog" code name for goats....I do live in a huge subdivision smack in the middle of Theme Park Central...I could get away with it......but, a few obstacles must be overcome first namely.....
My family is amazing! I have 4 strong backed men in my home and a great dog. The dog is head of squirrel security, which in my opinion has been a little lacking of late, more on that later. My boys...(sigh) the smaller versions of my husband, love to damage my calm in the garden mostly because they love to be in there, all the time, fighting dragons, saving the planet from invaders, digging mystery holes for me to trip in. Boy stuff. Which is great, I need to be more diligent in giving them guidance and direction...my farm zen must last more than 5 minutes. Work in progress number 2.
My husband has the heavy burden of keeping me focused, hydrated and fed throughout the course of my forays into the backyard. He also has the bummer of reigning me in. (remember the vision of grandeur...BIG job for him...I get cranky & I pout) So Work in Progress Number 1 ....is me. Keep it simple and the plants will come. Keep it simple, Farm Zen will come, Keep it simple. don't break the bank... a little at a time. Yeah right! All the seed catalogs are coming in.......
It's interesting to me that by just putting a name to something makes it more tangible, more real and I do have a real mess to clean up before any plants or animals come to live here. Works in progress numbers 3-10.
I have visions of grandeur, (honey, please blink your eyes a bit and skip the next few lines, ok- thanks!) a beautiful multi-compartment compost pile, fruits & veggie plants from fence to fence, a worm pit, rabbit hutches, "cats" code name for chickens, "dog" code name for goats....I do live in a huge subdivision smack in the middle of Theme Park Central...I could get away with it......but, a few obstacles must be overcome first namely.....
My family is amazing! I have 4 strong backed men in my home and a great dog. The dog is head of squirrel security, which in my opinion has been a little lacking of late, more on that later. My boys...(sigh) the smaller versions of my husband, love to damage my calm in the garden mostly because they love to be in there, all the time, fighting dragons, saving the planet from invaders, digging mystery holes for me to trip in. Boy stuff. Which is great, I need to be more diligent in giving them guidance and direction...my farm zen must last more than 5 minutes. Work in progress number 2.
My husband has the heavy burden of keeping me focused, hydrated and fed throughout the course of my forays into the backyard. He also has the bummer of reigning me in. (remember the vision of grandeur...BIG job for him...I get cranky & I pout) So Work in Progress Number 1 ....is me. Keep it simple and the plants will come. Keep it simple, Farm Zen will come, Keep it simple. don't break the bank... a little at a time. Yeah right! All the seed catalogs are coming in.......
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