When it comes to gardening, the Mister and I truly are of the “kinder” variety. Not “kinder,” as in nice (although we are, of course), but “kinder” as in the German word for children. Yep, when it comes to having a green thumb, we’re total babes in the woods (or in the backyard, in this case).
Last spring the Mister actually built me a raised vegetable bed at the side of the house. He thought he put it in the best location: Plenty of sun and smack dab in the middle of in-ground sprinklers. Of course, once it was built, one of our engineer friends, Robert, came over, took one look at the Mister’s proud handiwork, and declared that the area would never drain. And, of course, he was right. We did manage to grow a gazillion cucumbers but only one cherry tomato and one half-hearted regular tomato (the birds seemed to enjoy the rest). Nothing to write home about, that’s for sure, and very disappointing for someone like me who lives to eat vegetables.
Now that we’re in the last days to get tomato plants in the ground, the Mister and I are throwing caution to the wind once again—Friday we went to the local feed store and bought plants and then Sunday we put them in the garden (“we,” of course, meaning the Mister, while I took photos). Unlike last year, this time the Mister bought cages for the tomato plants, so they don’t fall over as they get taller (like they did last year when he—no surprise for us—procrastinated and never did buy cages). I’ve gathered red ornaments from his office Christmas tree to put on the cages in what probably will be a foolhardy attempt to trick the birds.
Here’s what we’ve optimistically planted: Several different varieties of tomatoes (cherry, Old German, Best Boy, Roma, and Early Girl), bell peppers, sweet banana peppers (especially for the Mister), and, of course, cucumbers, because, God knows, we can grow cukes!
Don’t the plants look so full of promise? I’m cautiously hopeful that this time we will succeed and get to enjoy the fruit of our bounty! Or at least a tomato or two.
Taxing no more
Did anyone go through a sleepless night, wondering if I had finished yesterday’s tax prep get ’er done? The wait is over, and the answer is: Yes! I actually got it done! The Mister has taken our information and will meet with our tax accountant to give it to him. I’m sure I’ll get a call or two from Romeo before all is signed, sealed, and delivered, but at least it’s off my plate for now. Of course, I still need to file receipts that we should keep; I think I’ll make that today’s get ’er done!