planting

A couple of weeks ago, we invited my 5-year-old nephew over to help us plant vegetables. His teacher has told my sister-in-law that "he has a real gift for gardening."

We planted the "cold" vegetables, which in TN include: lettuces, spinach, collard greens (I don't so much like these, so the hubs only did a couple of spots), broccoli, carrots, and peas. My nephew was so cute-each item I gave him-he said "oh peas, my favorite!", "carrots! I love carrots!", you get the picture. Here is a picture of the progress...not quite ready for planting into the actual garden spot just yet.

Clearly, the one on the right that is doing well is the one that the hubs planted. My nephew Kyle and I did the one on the left. In our defense, the peas only grow one large stock, while the greens the hubs planted grew tons of sprouts. According to the directions on the planters, we need to pare down the overgrowth, but I'm afraid that I'll pick the wrong pieces out. Hopefully we will get something out of this planting. My money is on the peas (that, for the record, Kyle and I planted).

intro

I cannot keep a plant alive. On one of our first dates, my husband gave me mums to plant in the pots on my front porch. Within a month they were dead. Luckily, the relationship outlasted the mums. To replace the mums, my mom planted ivy in the pots, stating "who can kill ivy?"

I can kill ivy. I even keep two orchid pots in my office, with the brown stems, to remind myself why my husband will never deliver flowers to me at work again:

So, naturally I was surprised when he told me he wanted to plant a garden, and to put me in charge of it. Who can resist the idea of fresh, homegrown tomatoes straight from your own backyard in the summer? I thought it might create some funny moments that I'd want to remember, and I've been interested in starting a blog, so we'll see how it goes! Wish me luck!