
- My birthday
- No more snow
- Baby animals ALL OVER THE PLACE
- The bright colors!
- The smell of lilac bushes and magnolia trees
- Gardening…
I could go on, and on, and on… but I’m really here to talk about gardens today. Though, I tend to ramble a bit, so who knows, I might decide to write about how much I dislike ducks, we shall see.
I love the planning part of gardening: all the plotting, organizing, buying of seeds, new gloves, and shiny new tools (we need new ones each year, right?). I can honestly say that I love it all. There comes a time each year when I get so silly excited about what we are going to plant that I’m fairly positive that my husband tunes me out as soon as he hears me mention a vegetable name.
I have planted and grown a version of a garden every year of my life for as long as I can remember. Living in apartments never stopped me, I tried the upside-down hanging planters, the large pots of soil, and once I even hauled in dirt by the bucket load and created a 2 foot deep, raised bed garden on my small patio.
When I finally had a few square yards to scratch the soil, I thought I was in heaven! The possibilities were endless! That year I had tomatoes growing out of my ears, and I couldn’t have been happier. We only lived in that place for a few months before we moved out the place that we so aptly call our Perfectly Askew Farm, and thats when my roots really took to the soil.
I had more space than I had ever imagined would be available to me! What to plant? Where to start? Luckily, I had help!