Wordless Wednesday

(Bruce still looks like crap)

Sole Survivor

Last year we tried planting asparagus. It didn’t work to well. You see we bought the crowns and procrastinated. They sat on top of our fridge in a brown paper bag for a few weeks. By the time we got them in the ground some of them were a tad moldy on the ends. Then we completely covered them with dirt. You are supposed to cover them a few inches and slowly fill in the trench as they grow throughout the summer. And then it didn’t rain. It was dry last year, really dry, and I neglected to water.

We decided to give it another go this year. Mr. B retilled the plot and we made it into a raised bed, easier to fill in with dirt throughout the summer. After we tilled we let it sit for a few days and then bought the crowns. I went to weed it before I planted them this weekend, they only sat two days. While I was weeding I came across this little guy.

Somehow he managed to survive our neglect, the drought, and the Garden King.

Ready for Planting

Mr. B finished moving the dirt this weekend and tilled the garden. She's all ready to produce some great veggies this year. 

I started some seedlings inside a few weeks ago. They are ready to head outdoors. 

The plan was to plant today. However it is cold and damp. Which doesn't make me want to play in the dirt. Maybe tomorrow.

I did get all my flowers planted this weekend and the asparagus, zucchini, and cucumbers all tucked away in the raised beds. Just need to do the big garden. 

Ode to the Garden King

She never fails, she's a tough old girl

A few good pulls to start and give her a whirl.

She's chain driven, she will not slip

She'll eat up that dirt lick-ity split.

She kicks up the rocks 

and gets dirt in your socks.

She tears through the roots 

to make room for the tender new shoots.

Making room for the lettuce and peas
the carrots and beans.

We shall have peppers and beets
tomatoes and leeks.

We will plant lots this spring.
oh Garden King you sure are a marvelous thing.

Down Goes the Mountain

The mountain of dirt is almost gone. We have raised beds along our goose run and a huge flower bed in our front yard. We also removed a garden dug into the hill and filled it in, it looked like crap, got very little sun, and was so far away from the house that I never weeded it. 

Mr B has assured me that by the time I get home from work tomorrow the last cart loads of dirt will be gone and the garden tilled and ready for our veggies to be planted. 

(Almost) Wordless Wednesday

Mom and I went flower shopping on Sunday, I still need to plant.

The dandilions are taking over the yard.

Our lillacs are in bloom.

 And Christmas is still a sassy boy.

Family Gathering

Saturday we got together with my family for a cookout at my parents house in honor of my fathers birthday. 

It was also my nephews birthday. He looks older every time I see him. 

There was good food. Nana maned the grill. My father normally kills everything twice when he does it. Nana on the other hand, her chick is perfect every time. She says its all about timing it. 7 minutes on one side 6 on the other. 

Family togetherness.

Toad rescuing. Does't he look like he was dying to be rescued from the window well.

A almost failed crafty project. Don't worry we saved it. My little sister is the self proclaimed least crafty of us.  

And what cookout wouldn't be complete without a trip to the pond for some tadpole catching.  

Muck boots optional. 

They were too small to keep this time. Maybe in a few weeks.

I guess we will have to have another cookout soon.