How does your garden grow?

I am a murderer of plants. Every spring I diligently lay out my plans of building and maintaining a garden. And every year without fail my attempts fall way way short, so short that nothing actually even stays green for more than a couple of days. My garden quickly becomes a grave yard as little seeds that once had potential start to compost only to sustain the life of the weeds that have inevitably taken over the space.



Not so this year my friends, oh no, this year I have John. John is our eccentric retired neighbor who happens to obsess over all things home grown. The boys happened to tell him about our meager attempts at gardening when he decided to come and take over my garden. After roto-tilling for three straight days, and dumping (no pun intended) a load of cow manure over the surface, he declared my soil ready to support life. Needless to say I have learned A LOT from him. He has dedicated so much time to my garden, teaching me how and when to water and even installing boxes to house fresh basil and Italian parsley.



I feel like a proud mama when the tomato plants reach up for water and I don't mind admitting that I felt genuine sadness when we "lost" a basil starter. Sometimes I just wander out back just to look at them, sigh... Is that normal?


Ahhhhhhh, Beautiful...