I’ve got the feeeeever.
And no. Not the baby fever. I always have that. It’s a constant buzz on my radar that periodically beeps ‘Have another baby! Have another baby!’ like a machine. Sometimes I listen to it. Twice actually.
And Lord knows where that’d led us.
No, my friends, I’m talking about a different fever. The homestead-minded, dreamy, garden fever.
Tomorrow, we’ll be finishing up the garden bed with a load of compost and mulch. Three pickup loads of goods total to make the bed. I may or may not expand it a little further – I’d like to put in a small plot for corn and that can take up some serious space. Maybe I’ll stick it in the back and grow some beans up the sides. Who knows. What I do know is that we’ll spend the better part of Saturday preparing the bed and planting the vegetables & herbs we already have seed for:
Soon, as in the next two weeks, it will be time to plant almost everything else: melons, cucumbers, tomatoes, peppers, squash, etc. It’s madness, people.
The garden season in Alabama no doubt starts a bit earlier than out West. I’m still trying to figure it all out. So in the meantime, I’ll waste my time daydreaming over others gardens and praying that if nothing else, I can at least harvest enough tomatoes to make salsa. That’s all I ask.
Okay. That’s not all. I’d also like it to look like this:
A small request, really. Now if someone could just come and design, plan, plant and maintain it for me so I don’t totally screw it up, that’d be awesome.
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