My Own Personal Monotony

I spent last weekend putting in a garden. My first garden, to be exact.

Our home is essentially set in a hole that was blown out of a big rock, so the garden space took a bit of planning.  It is a very small, raised bed with stacked stone walls.  I think it is beautiful.

It is very small because I didn’t want to be overwhelmed with too much blank space.

So the bed was built, loam delivered and spread, fertilizer mixed in… and seeds and vegetables bought.  My eyes were bigger than my bed, so now we have two beds…  The raised bed has two rows of pea seeds with optimistic trellises, four tomato plants cages, beets, six broccoli plants and two eggplant plants.

The old compost bed has been turned into a second garden – this has asparagus (I can’t imagine anything will come of these weird roots), brussels sprouts, pumpkins and zucchini.

By Monday night we were sunburned, cramped, pulled, sore, bug-bitten, but satisfied.

So all week we’ve been watering and watching and trying not to get overly hopeful (Brussels Sprouts!).

So the update as of this afternoon:  someone has eaten two eggplant plants and four broccoli plants down to stubs.