Vegetable Garden: Day Two

Welcome to My Garden! Or should I say Welcome to My Life. No exclamation point needed.

I always do this. I always have much toooooo much going on in my life garden.  My eyes get all big and googly, and I want it ALL!!!! Not enough time, that’s okay, I’ll do it.  Not enough space, that’s okay, we’ll make room.  Over budget, oh well, we always are!  Uuuuuggggghhhhh.

Case and point.  Exhibit A:  THE GARDEN

So steps 1, 2, and 3 went great. Especially since Warwick did them. He’s a bit of an anal retentive perfectionist. But it’s all good. That’s one of the millions of reasons that I love him.

Me:   Anal, yes. Retentive, no.  Perfectionist, H-E- double hockey sticks NO!

Just look at this mess I’ve created.

I know it doesn’t look like a mess, but it will in just a few short months. Like every other year, I planted too much, and too close together.  The herbs in front should be okay (but what do I know). And the crazy part is there are seeds that lurk beneath that have yet to break the surface. I should be called the renegade gardener.  Because I literally have broken all the rules. Rules I know, rules I understand, rules I just chose to pretend don’t exist.

Can you plant cucumbers, tomatoes, or okra 2 ft apart? No.

Can you do without 6 hours of sun? No.

Is it okay that my bigger plants might shade the smaller ones? No.

I can not plead ignorance.  My only plea is insanity. Oh, and Warwick.  Yeh, I think this all boils down to him. He indulges me, and then when I spout out just a little bit of wisdom, he throws in a monkey wrench and says, “Yeh, I really think we should try putting the vegetable garden near the kitchen, out of the way.”

I say, “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.  There’s not enough space over there, and I’m not sure if it gets enough sun in the summer time.”

He says, “Oooh. Hmmmm. Well I think we should try it out.  OH – LOOK WHAT I FOUND AT SAM’S! A raised garden kit, just like you’ve always wanted. We could get 2! I’ll fill it with soil for you, if we put it next to the kitchen.”

I say, “I want it, I want it, I want it! Dare I dream the dream. You promised me the world, and now you’ve given me more than I could ever hope for.  A Raised Vegetable Garden, IN THE DARK! Thanks.”

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