October 6, 2012

Lannis: Our garden... grows...?

Last fall we moved the playhouse inside, and we were left with this:

So I put this in its place:

Yep. I built it myself this past spring. Okay, Mr Lannis made a few cuts, but I used that deathtrap sorry excuse for a drill to put it together (I only screamed a little bit, I promise). I also screwed strapping to the fence in one corner of our yard to create another glorified dirt box mini garden bed.

Our inventory of seeds planted (yes, only seeds — I purchased one tomato plant that has stubbornly decided 2012 is the year of the apocalypse and has clearly given up hope for survival) included carrots, two varieties of lettuce, green onions, cauliflower, peas, beans, pumpkin, zucchini, butternut squash, corn, cucumber, sunflowers, and watermelon.

Doesn’t it look quaint?

Yes, I’m being saucy. For while we had a decent go of it, harvesting peas here and there, plenty of beans (still!), but our four cobs of corn were recently stolen by local assholes squirrels, my vines have mostly dissolved into pulpy mush thanks to mid-summer storms, and our watermelon vines are clearly late to the party — seeing how they’ve just decided to start blooming now.

And now for a visual take on our veggie garden over the summer (please excuse the quality of the pics — some were from the cell).

Yes, those are some schizophrenic carrots. And since then we’ve had plenty more, too... the boys think they’ll give them superpowers. Sure, whatever. Just eat ‘em kids.

Moghedien lamenting the stolen corn cobs — I know, buddy, I know. It makes me sad, too.

Yes, that’s a dinky car next to the pumpkin — the pumpkin I originally thought was an oddly shaped zucchini. Clearly I win at gardening.

As for next year’s plans, they’re already in place...

Sure, we’ve a long way to go still, but a girl can dream...

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