At long last, I am pleased as punch to be growing my own veggies. Granted, I started very small, planting only lettuce, snow peas, and carrots. The wait to begin just about killed me. I decided not to plant directly into the soil in the backyard, as this home was once owned by the owner of the local Chevrolet dealership, and you never really know what's been dumped into the ground, especially when back in the day, nobody really thought about it much. Hey, we thought we were doing really great by refraining from pitching our trash out of the 1968 VW while we were merrily driving along! So, raised garden it is.
The wait was due to many factors. Mostly I had to wait for little Johnny to help me build the frame for the raised veggie garden, as well as make repeated trips to the recycling yard, where the city gives away mulch. Ten Home Depot buckets, filled to the brim (kind of steamy and stinky, actually, but very good mulch) over and over and over and over again. Even Ryan pitched in and made a trip to get mulch. So, here's the progress, so far:
Of course, we can't leave well enough alone. Nope. Little Johnny thought it would be really fun to have a fire pit in the backyard also. After building it, he decided it would be really festive to light the Christmas tree on fire. He's been saving it in the backyard just for this occasion. Here's what Christmas looks like in April:
He does have a point, though. We'll be able to go from picking fresh veggies from our garden to roasting those veggies in only three steps and a turn.
