I've just come in from taking some pictures of our front and back yard. Spring is amazing here in NC.
Last spring as a school project the kids and I tended a small garden.
We didn't yield much fruit, we lost sweet peas to the snails and raccoons, and the deer ate 80% of our cucumber.
I had planted a little too early, and a very hard and cold rain came in and took my lettuce and bell pepper seedlings as a tornado takes a mobile home park.
We did get a half a dozen cucumbers (which were delicious) and about a dozen tomatoes (also amazing), but the bottom line is this: I learned a lot. Which has a flavor all its own.
This year we've expanded.
Well, I should say The Mister is using his mad wood-working skills and is in the process of building me a mack-daddy garden, complete with a gate. (not yet installed)
I think this garden is a personal battle against woodland creatures that I have named Man vs. Wildlife.
He says he just wants me to have a nice place to grow my vegetables.
I believe him. That man has a 17-year history of taking excellent care of me.
I do believe this space is going to be my favorite place this summer.
This year I am trying my hand at straw-bale gardening. Right now I am in the middle of a 10-day preparation process, which includes A LOT of watering. But it will be worth it!
To the right of the hay bales are the planters from last year. The Mister will also build three more to the left.
Right now my seedlings are Roma and Beefsteak Toms, zuchini, cucumber, H2Omelon, sweet pea, broccoli, yellow onion, and several different lettuces.
We are also growing some "bunny food" and sunflowers.
(last year we tried to just put the sunflower seeds in the ground and a squirrel dug them up, ate the seeds, and left the shells all over the place)
This time of year, with Easter on the horizon and spring in the air, always makes me a bit contemplative.
The wonder of time when all things that have been asleep suddenly come alive.
Every day there is a new reminder, within the reaches of my back door, that there is a good and gracious God who tends the garden of my heart...
Yet I tell you that not even Solomon in all his splendor was dressed like one of these. If that is how God clothes the grass of the field, which is here today and tomorrow is thrown into the fire, will he not much more clothe you...
How about you? Planting anything this season?