Sometimes. I think I can take on the world.
Last spring, I came up with this grand idea that I wanted to start a garden at the farm. My recent gardening past consisted of small basil plants turned wild bushes and tomato plants poorly staked that turned into piles of underdeveloped green tomatoes. It's not that I didn't know what I was doing, well I guess I really didn't totally know what I was doing but I just got kinda lazy. Mother Duck is a great gardener - flowers, decorative plants, herbs, vegetables, rocks gardens... this lady can make anything grow and flourish. I helped out a bit as a kid and unsuccessfully fought it as a bratty teenager so I did know the basics. Last year, with an unfounded cocky confidence that I could plant anything and it would survive, I began marking the area for my farm garden.
Yep, thats me. The plot is 100 x 30 feet. It took us a day to till the ground, mark it out and get it ready for the many, many seedlings that I had started about a month earlier.
I planted so many things I can't remember it all. Plus, I guess the garden was camera shy last year because I can't seem to find a picture of our garden bounty.
This year I took a more methodic approach. I purchased seeds while there was still snow piled up to the windows. I found this fun seed company Seed Savers Exchange where I found all sorts of heritage variety vegetables to choose from. Now don't get me wrong, I like flowers but they just aren't as practical when I'm a foodie. Sure you can eat some flowers but you can't feed a bunch of hungry 20-somethings with pansies and rose petals. So, my garden is all veggies.
I started my entire garden from seed this year - much more economical than the alternative. I sunned them under their own lights on a timer, I fanned them to strengthen their stalks, and I entertained them with talk radio. It may sounds silly but a happy seed is a hardy, productive plant. When I ventured out the the garden this spring to see what I was up against this is what I saw...
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