Entry FeedAs previously noted, I am not the gardener in the family. However, earlier this summer, while walking through Rona's I was inspired to actually garden. Is that a verb?
While away, the garden became a little overgrown. On my way out to grocery shop, I peeked at my vegetables and found an edible cucumber! Really, are you as impressed as I am that I was able to grow something that we can eat?
Note: I placed the measuring tape beside the cucumber for scale. Impressed yet? I think we spent roughly $100 on plants, a hoe, soil and fertilizer... I had dreams of homemade tomato sauce, bruschetta and crisp salad vegetables. So far, we have a cucumber... YAY! But I am sure that there are weeks more to go in our harvest, right?
Today I weeded the garden. Possibly the first time weeding a garden in my life since I was a child and paid a penny per weed by my Nana. Lots of bugs in the garden. Have I ever mentioned my loathing of bugs?
Then, I staked three tomato plants. Before you jump to the conclusion that I did a half-assed job, let me remind you that I had only planted three tomato plants. I thought that they were Roma Tomatoes, but turns out now that I see the tomatoes growing, I have only one Roma plant and two Beefsteak tomato plants, and of course the Roma is the smallest.
There are also both of the cucumber plants still thriving, the vines tangles with some purple flowers that my neighbour planted, one pepper plant (that had a new green pepper on it when I started my weeding, but it got knocked off... and no more flowers!) and a lemon basil plant. The watermelon didn't make it.
The truly sad thing about my garden is its comparison to my neighbour's garden (we affectionately refer to her as the "Old Lady who Lives Next Door" because we have been here for 10 years and it seems to late to ask her for her name!). She is 87, and I think she survives the winters off the bounty of her harvest.