Last week nothing happened but I have to write about it anyway.
Every spring we buy some herbs and vegetables (and whatever else didn’t make it through the winter) and plant them in the garden.
This year, I really, really wasn’t looking forward to the planting only because I’m at that stage of pregnancy (hey, did you know I’m pregnant?!) where bending, squatting, hunching, crouching, and basically everything that doesn’t involve being recumbent causes me discomfort. But I like the idea of growing shit in the garden and eating it so I tried to be enthusiastic.
This year we planted tarragon, sweet basil, oregano, cilantro, red bells, green bells, spicy bells, jalapenos and Roma tomatoes; stuff we like and use often enough to maybe give our grocery budget a break this summer.
I dug nine tiny holes and planted my vegetables and smugly called it my contribution to environmentalism and also my workout for the day.
Kenzie “helped” by watering some dirt that was nowhere near the garden.
And we planted everything at just the right time because it’s been raining ever since.
So in anywhere from 60 to 75 days, we’ll have food! I’ll be sure to provide you with regular progress reports.*
Yeah, that’s all. You were expecting a climax?
*No I won’t.