earlier this year, in a moment of weakness, we decided to plant a garden.
again.
a garden TWICE the size that 'NORMAL' people can maintain. unless of course, you're my nephew britt and his wife, shana. but they aren't normal. :) they are SUPER gardeners. they even Can!!!
so my dear mother went and bought a mother-load (get it, mother-mother-load???) of plants.
and we got to planting.
in my/our minds, how hard can this gig be?
get out the rototiller.
throw in a few plants/seeds.
water once a week. (or bi-weekly??)
watch the fruits (or vegetables :)) of your labor.
oh, fyi. throwing 30 seeds in one hole will NOT and i REPEAT, will NOT produce squat!
or so i've heard.
if you could see the sad state that our garden is in, you'd wonder how ANYTHING edible could come out of it. really, it's so overgrown with weeds that i was too embarrassed to take a picture. and you know i don't have a whole lot of pride.
it's THAT bad.
forgive the dorky look on my face here but oh, the pride.
you just wait, next year i'm going to be begging you, just like my friend jill sipma, to come and TAKE all my extra produce.
it will be busting at the seams. i can just feel it.
plus, i have 8 months to read up on how many seeds is appropriate to put in one hole.
you're never to old to learn, right??
third times a charm.