I have such a torrid gardening history. It all started in 2012 when Sully was about a year old. Having dabbled in gardening a bit in the years past, I decided it was time to go legit. Sam built me an amazing 30x40 fenced in garden with huge raised beds and trellises. We had homemade horse-powered compost to fill the beds, and I excitedly set out, planting everything in sight. It was absolutely stunning. I'll never forget the picture below, of Sully running around the trellises filled with squash and watermelon and pumpkins.
It was so picturesque! I had such a green thumb! I was KILLING it at this gardening game!!
And then, the sweet little "soldier bugs" and "ladybugs" I'd seen around turned on me! They weren't soldier and lady bugs at all. They were squash bugs and lady beetles, which look similar, but KILL EVERYTHING IN SIGHT.
Within a week, everything was decimated, including my soul.
Ok, fine, that was overdramatic. But it really did sort of scar me. It was so sad!
Fast forward a few laters later when my multiple blueberry bushes were weed-eaten...TWICE. And then later, when I basically ran out of time and steam midsummer and just gave it all up. And then last year, when I had neck surgery right at the beginning of the gardening season, didn't touch the garden the entirety of 2017, and thought the only solution was to set the whole thing on fire.
But somehow, I've convinced myself to try it again this year. My boys love fresh veggies and fruits grown in our own backyard, and I still swear gardening is the reason they eat so well.
Sooooo, we fought off all the weeds (no small feat), as you can see in the before photos here.
We added landscaping fabric and 10 tons of gravel to the garden paths (10 tons of gravel that I spread by hand, myself 💪🏼).
And I've been buying up seeds and plants like it's the end of days. So far, here's what we've got.
There’s just something so satisfying about growing life in my hands that keeps me coming back for more.
As of this writing, I have planted:
potatoes, onions, lettuce, spinach, kale, swiss chard, borage, peppers, broccoli, basil, sage, cilantro, parsley, dill, oregano, thyme, radishes, edamame, carrots, peas, green beans, watermelon, malabar spinach, cucumbers, 80 ranunculus bulbs, gladiolas, and a smattering of random flower assortments thrown in for good measure.
Also, just to show you the kind of crazy poor husband has to handle on a daily basis, I drew up this diagram showing our whole (mowed-grass area) plot around our house and barn, with detailed plans of where I'll put what.
It's a good start right???
Do you garden? Have you had better luck than me? Give me your best suggestions (or sad stories - ha!) in the comments!