I have a garden.
Everyone "ooh" and "ahh" now (and if you knew me growing up on the farm, laugh).
Seriously, I have a garden. I admit, I'd made grandiose plans. I had a great time poring over seed catalogues and making up longer and longer lists of veggies I wanted to grow. In the end however, money, time and energy dictated a somewhat more modest endeavour.
The monsters at the back are my potatoes. I'd like to say I'm proud but to be honest all I did was put them in the ground. The two largish courgettes on the left are what's left of the six I planted and the ones in the middle were a gift today from the lovely Ralph. I've given them a good soaking and hopefully a couple of them will make it. The little green dots on the right are my pepper seedlings.
The big white thing in the back is a carpet I've put down to kill the lawn so I can expand the garden later in the summer. I'd really like to put some beets, leeks and red cabbage in. I love pickled cabbage and beets, well pickled anything really, and I'm looking forward to making my own.
Do I seem overexcited about a small patch of mostly bare ground in my lawn? Perhaps. But it's a first step towards my dreams...tread softly.
