How Does Your Garden Grow?

Yesterday, the Hub and I worked on getting the new garden site ready for planting. He did the majority of the work, but I helped! I even have my own work gloves now!

First thing in the morning, he had staked off the 8x12 area and moved Homey's slide and playhouse, since they had been living in that spot for about 3 years. I'm glad everything is getting moved because the area really is too sunny for all the toys to be there...making it perfect for me to grow some vegetables this summer. I hope.

So, I joined him out there to help remove all the grass before he tilled the soil. I was, however, horrified when he asked me to go get the wheelbarrow. The blasted thing was put away in the back of our garage. When I say the "back" of the garage, I mean a scary L shaped add-on to the actual garage. It's terrifying in there. I just know that bats, rats, and other Halloween characters live in there.

Isn't that terrifying?? I tried to give myself a different task, even a more difficult task. He tried to insist that I'm tough and brave. I emphasized that he's thinking of Homey, not me. She's tough and brave. I'm scared of most things, including the back of the garage. He didn't let up...he's mean like that. He made me get the wheelbarrow.


Yikes! Fortunately, nothing flew at my head, scampered by my feet, or tried to grab me from the dark shadows. I'm sure it was a fluke...the monsters were sleeping, surely. You've never seen someone get a wheelbarrow out so quickly though. I didn't scream, so maybe I am working toward being tough and brave like Homey.

So the work progressed. The Hubster looks at me at one point and says, "Do you have any idea what you're doing with this garden?" My reaction was to laugh hysterically. Really? Are you really asking me this question? When I stopped laughing, I said "Of course not! What on earth would give you the idea that I have any clue what I'm doing?" Maybe he hasn't taken a gander at the house plants lately. They're a sad story:

Seriously. Who else could so successfully kill a cast iron plant and a cactus?

But I told him not to worry because JMom will help me! He asks, "Is she going to come over everyday?"

I assured that she would help me keep an eye on what needs to be done on the back 40. To which he replies, "No really. Is she going to come over everyday?"

So, JMom, if you're reading this, we were wondering if you can come over everyday. Thanks for your consideration of our neediness.

But for now, the plot is de-grassed, tilled, and ready for more dirt to be added. I have no idea what I'm doing, but if you will refer to the comment from the previous post, my other mom Karen jotted down some great advice about mulch that I plan on following. Maybe between both moms and my own ambition, we'll be able to have a lush and prolific garden. As long as no one needs me to go in the back of the garage again. Because I won't. I bet this chick never had to fight zombies and vampires to pull out her wheelbarrow. And apparently her garden rocks!