I’m a farmer…or so I like to pretend

We spent much of this weekend working on the vegetable garden.  Actually, we spent much of this weekend working on the fence around the vegetable garden.

Last year taught us that three kids, one feisty puppy, and one digging wiener dog do not make for the best vegetable bounty.  We knew that we had to fix the problem this year.

We started by moving the raised vegetable beds to a higher point in the yard that gets a few hours more sun than our previous spot did.  Next, my wonderful husband build me a great little fence to surround the beds.

No dogs shall enter!

The beds are ready to be planted – that is next weekend’s project.  But, the soil is beautiful and lovely.  All the grass inside the fence will eventually be killed and we will create little walking paths with gravel.  Plus, there is room for a small potting station off to the side!

I decided to plant my herbs in containers this year in order to free up space for more vegetables.  I only planted parsley, basil, and mint (hello, summer mojitos!).  They are mounted on top of the fence and have wonderful drainage in the bottom.  My plan is to keep adding container gardens across the top of the fence so that I have more room in the beds for whatever the kids decided they want to plant.

And, the watermelons I planted a couple of weeks ago are starting to root and grow!  I can’t wait to watch them vine down the sides of the barrel.

The best part of this whole setup?  The kids like to pretend the inside of the new fence is a jail.  Sadly (not!) they can’t reach the latch from the outside.  So once they go in they can’t come out.  Hehe…

Who needs plants and trees? A few reasons why the suburbs are overrated

This weekend suddenly became landscape weekend. What started as a couple plants has turned into much more. We live in a subdivision that is fairly young. Our house was new construction when we bought it back in 2005. We knew immediately upon living in the house through one season that the landscape was crap! I think the builders just threw down some green things over their piles of brick and rock and called it a day. I’m not even sure you can call what we have ‘grass.’
Anyway, in 2006 we my in-laws bought us a professional landscape plan. We’re talking blueprints, pages and pages of instructions, nursery and worker recommendations, etc. It was lovely…until it came time to do the work. That actually brings us to today.
I had three trees and some dirt delivered yesterday because hubby planned to get them in the ground today. That was done by 9:30 this morning. We have since weeded every flower bed around the house, redone the pine straw in all of them, bought and planted 35 lorapetilum, and purchased 21 of some other plant species. We even removed 5 juniper bushes. Don’t get me started on that! I will say, though, that hell for me would be spending eternity pulling out juniper bushes while listening to a teething baby. Enough said!
Hubby is still out working in the Georgia sun. I, sadly, ended up getting dizzy and needed to come in to the AC. It’s well known that I love yard work and think there is no better way to spend my weekend. And, if you didn’t catch my sarcasm, well, there’s no hope for you. So, I’ve showered and am now watching hubby out the front window do some manly work. I think I’ll be moving my butt to the recliner here soon, turning on some toons for the little ones, and engaging my brain in a new trashy romance novel.
Sometimes this suburban thing is really hard work.