Never one to let a bandwagon pass me by, I looked forward to trying my hand at gardening in the backyard of the house. It's not just internet peer pressure though; the idea of a few dollars worth of seeds becoming actual food that you can eat is the kind of magic I can't resist.
This past weekend Lounge and CTG joined C and I on a short weekend trip to RI where we ate as much of the ocean as we could, made elaborate breakfasts, napped a lot (breaking news: now we know where CTG gets all that nighttime show-going energy!) and broke ground for the inaugural Zuckerland Victory Garden. (Well, Lounge and C and I did the gardening, CTG napped some more.)
As with most things, the process was much easier and less painful in reality than in the paranoid, overthinking funhouse of my mind. Our only glitch was discovering the (battery-powered) drill wasn't charged but we forged onward and used a regular screwdriver just like our forefather farmers would have done. In no time we had a square, then a square filled with dirt, then a dirt-filled square with seeds in it! Just like I dreamed of.
Now I can start worrying about whether our little veg can grow with only rain and our weeklyish trips north to water them. Also, whether the roaming wild turkeys (really!) like spinach and peas.
