A farmer’s life for me

Yes, I have discovered my life’s true passion…farming. Well, not so much farming, as gardening…even gardening is a stretch. Really just yard work. I never really did yard work growing up, and obviously not in our apartment. Last summer when we moved in we did some work in the front but that consisted mostly of removing what was there, saving a few of the nicer trees and bushes, and putting mulch down. Hard work, yes, but not as creative and rewarding.

Friday I set out to plant some flowers in the back and tackle my biggest project yet…the dirt in our backyard. We have no grass – at all. Hopefully by the end of this year, we will have some (I have low expectations). This project required me getting the ground ready, which did make me feel like a farmer. I was out there with my metal rake tearing up the dirt. Brian came out and asked if I was almost done “working the land.” It was a pretty humorous sight. Hopefully some grass will grow and it will all be worth it.

Either way, the flower beds (I can’t keep calling them gardens, or surely someone will find me out and put me in my place) look nice and add a lot in the back. It’s nice to plant something and then see it grow. It sounds dumb, but it is kind of amazing. Last fall, a good friend gave me a bunch of plants from her house. At that point they were pretty much “dead” or at least looked like it, but she labeled them and wrote out instructions for me. I planted them per her instructions and whaddya know…those sticks and dirt came up as beautiful green plants this spring! I’m 4 for 6, not bad for my first try. I’ll post pictures soon, so you can all see my “gardens.”