They have way better dirt than we do, and it isn't fair. We live in the same neighborhood, we should have good dirt like they do. They are our neighbors with the pool and the cute kids and the good dirt. We have hard pan soil, a dog and a doggie pool. But we love them anyway. Hadassah and I usually end evenings at their house sitting on the couch covered in snuggly girls. The conversation always turns to gardening. We have grand plans in Spring about how our gardens will be amazingly awesome this year, and then Fall conversations about all that went wrong. We went to a class together a few weeks ago about winter gardening, and we got all jazzed. The jazz has worn off.
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| It's starting to look a lot like Christmas tubs on sale at Target |
This will be my first attempt at a winter garden, and as seen from
the pictures, a very lame attempt. These are some thrashed containers
Hadassah gave me, which I filled (not enough) with compost and then some
potting soil. I put seeds in for beets, chard, lettuce and kale. I see a
problem already. As the sun hits lower in the sky, the dirt itself is
going to get very little sunlight. Also, I try to never drink out of
plastic, but here I am attempting to grow organic veggies in these most
likely
not food grade plastic tubs. Hopefully the beets don't glow in
the dark. But if they
grow in the dark, the plastic could be a good choice.
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| Wanted for questioning in the Rocky the Squirrel Murder Case |
Molly's job is to chase away any cats who see these as giant litter boxes. After the suspicious death of the squirrel, I hope she doesn't take her job too seriously.
