In the spring, I did what I always do. Plan a garden.
Dan tilled my stuff up.
The kids bought me lots of different fabulous veggie plants for mothers day.
And I planted. This time I ran string and created a grid- very formal. None of that crazy love garden planting I did last year. No way, this time I was serious.
Emily made a map so we could keep track of what we had done.
And then I watered and waited and watered and waited and watered.
Everything died except the tomatoes. And they have yet to get any bigger than a golf ball before ripening. It's a sad sad excuse for a garden. And dang I really tried.
And then low and behold- right in the middle of the yard I noticed this.....
No water. No tilling. No chart. No strings. No rows. No planning. Nothin.
I read an article on how to 'artificially inseminate' pumpkin plants to ensure fruit and I was contemplating grabbing some qtips and giving it a try, but chances are if I go near it, it will die.
I'll just leave the heavy farm lifting to Rosie I guess.