There is something beautiful about a first garden. There’s something fresh in waking up and stepping out my back door to see everything for the first time. I know, I know, I’ve had a garden for years – but that was a container garden. The plants grow differently in the ground. I swear, they grow so much bigger. And, they are like my children – I watch them grow, I watch them flower, I prune them when they need it. I train them into trellis’ and I fret over the bullies (bugs, squirrels, rabbits).
Ok. It’s amazing every year. But I’m amazed this year!
Starting at the south end of the Eastern Bed (isn’t that a great way of overstating 2 small 9 ft by 4 ft plots!)
**lettuce (which we’ve been eating from like crazy) and beets(30) (which we’ve been eating like crazy as I thin)
**my sad looking basil(10 scattered through the garden). two days ago I cut off the tops and got this much
basil from them. They are amazing plants!**
**strawberries(3) and thyme(1), parsley(2), sage(1), rosemary(1), cilantro(4). I didn’t get any cilantro before it went to flower, but I will be thrilled to get fresh coriander seed!**
Onto the Western Bed
**pumpkins (3 plants)**
**spaghetti squash (2 plants) and the first of my patch of beans (the cucumbers died and I wanted something easy and cheap to plant in their place)**
**more beans (you can plant 4 in a square foot! How many square feet did I plant – I’m too embarrassed to tell you!)**
**sad looking peppers (3)**
**and an assortment of tomatoes**