If you are a mom of more than one child, you know you have a favorite. You deny it, but it’s true. Everyone has their favorite. And I’ll admit it. I do. And here it is:
Just look at that. At least 8 inches taller than it’s siblings. Strong, green, just beautiful. Why can’t you others be more like your sister?
And those yellow marks? No sprouts, no little leaves, nothing = me failing. Is it cheating to add new seeds once you realize they really, really aren’t going to grow? If it is, then I am a BIG cheater.
The really attractive wire stuff on the right? Those are industrial shelves I stole borrowed from Mr. Vixen’s tool shed to keep the stupid, stubborn bassett hound determined LadyGuinevere out of the manure fragrant smelling garden.
I also planted sowed some of the seeds directly into the square foot garden. I still need some more money soil to put in the second box so I can plant sow the rest of the seeds.
I also planted the tomatoes, onions, peppers, and artichokes that I had started in the little green house thingymajob.
You all know I was just kidding about the favorite kid thing, right? Although these two totally win the cutest grandkids award hand down: