Ma Vie Folle

It’s Garden Monday over at Feet Off The Table.

The last few months were hectic with the grad party and all. I didn’t think I’d have a garden this year.

The other day I told Shane that I was running out to pick up some groceries, get some starter plants and start a container garden.  By the time I got home, he had the old dirt turned over and almost ready to go!

Either he really does love me… or he totally lied when he said he hates zucchini.

I don’t know how much these bags of dirt weighed but they were a real biznatch to lift into the Jeep.  I asked myself a couple questions when loading these:

1.  Why doesn’t Sears have a guy there to help load this crap?
2.  When was the last time I seriously exercised?
3.  Why am I paying $7 for a bag of dirt?

So I came home and decided I wasn’t lifting those again.   I called for the boy, “Oh boooy…I need your brute strength… come outside”

Me faking a shoulder injury

The boy lifting the bag

Me laughing at said boy.

 
I got the new dirt worked in, the plants planted and now I’m just waiting for the harvest.
I don’t have nearly as much of a variety as I did last year, but it is what it is.  I’ve got squashes in front with room to grow this year (not enough I know, don’t judge), cucumbers in the back row to grow up the fence, a couple tomatoes, a couple broccoli, and red and yellow peppers.