Now that our wee buds have gotten a little bigger and stronger, the time has come to transplant them to their permanent home! For us, in our apartment, that means a container. For some, it means the ground. We simply placed all the newspaper rounds into a container full of soil. And now, it’s a garden!
Meanwhile, our spinach is shooting up, as are our onions, and we’re compulsively checking on the tomatoes to see if there’s any change there. None yet. But I’m ready.
I was feeling pretty awesome about our vegetable garden until an overly logical friend came over yesterday, peered out of our window skeptically, and said, “Oh great, you’ll have a meal’s worth of food.” I’ve chosen to ignore him… but it still stings.
Illegitimi Non Carborundum. Excelsior!
ignore that friend! Or plant rosemary and basil… it’s the gift that keeps on giving ; ) if your kids don’t nibble on it constantly like mine do.
Once the tomatoes start fruiting, Tyler will rue the day he got all snarky with you. Home grown tomatoes and home made mozzarella? Consider the gauntlet thrown.