Some of you probably assume that I gave up on this gardening project before I even started. But, I didn’t. And here’s the proof.
One raised garden bed constructed by yours truly. Okay, fine, I had to ask my neighbor to saw the boards. But, the rest of it was all me. Well, except that the four-year-old feels he should be recognized for diligently carrying each screw over to me, one at a time, without dropping most of them. Also, Husband thinks that the sandbox he later constructed to the left of the bed deserves a shout out. What is this? The Oscars?
The raised bed is now nearly filled with a 2-2-1-1 mixture of sand, topsoil, peat moss, and composted cow manure. This recipe courtesy of the 20-Minute Vegetable Gardener by Tom Christopher and Marty Asher, which I dubbed my gardening bible after reading the title. I was disappointed to discover that they meant 20 minutes of work per day, not 20 minutes total for the season. And that, sometimes, you have to do a week’s worth of work all in one day. So, I think, in all fairness, the title should be revised to read, 20-Minute Vegetable Gardening for Suckers, or, more accurately, the $200 Vegetable Gardener.
As expected, four-year-olds are really intrigued by the concept of “cow poop” in a garden, and like to say it over and over again while digging in the dirt. This gave him tremendous focus. I highly recommend renting one or two small children instead of a rototiller. They are remarkably efficient and usually much cheaper.
Seeds are supposedly on the way. Hurry up, little seeds. The novelty started to wear off after I hoisted the 15th bag of cow poop up the 20 stairs to my yard.
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