Pardon me while I use this space to show off my little seedlings. I can't help it, we're proud of ourselves! We have no idea what we're doing, and based solely on the advice on the back of the seed packets and some lazy google research, we're planting our first garden. I grew up with a huge garden patch and I remember being sent out to weed or pick things, but it's been such a long time since I lived in a house where I could plant things. I've certainly never had my OWN garden.
Even before I had my son, I knew that if/when I had kids, I'd want to have a garden. I'd do anything to make it happen. I remember pulling carrots out of the ground, rinsing them off with the hose, and gnawing on them with the tops still on, doing my best (which was pretty lousy) Bugs Bunny. I remember how much I loved eating fresh green beans. I remember pulling huge ugly weeds and tossing them in a giant pile off to the side. It was awesome. We weren't a total prairie family or anything, but there were 4 kids so my mom was all about free or cheap food, so she grew as much as she could. Even though my yard is a lot smaller than the one I grew up in, even though my son's not surrounded by siblings, I still want to give him that experience and I can't believe how lucky I am that I get to make it happen.
Anyway, here are some of the sprouts that will soon become my garden. Nothing special- some tomatoes, some sugar pumpkins (for pie! and curry!) and my over-winter garlic and shallots actually seem like they're doing okay despite the fact that I stuck them in the ground and then COMPLETELY LEFT THEM ALONE for the last 6 months. Apparently I'm just supposed to wait until the tops die and then dig them up?
Anyway. Busy times. We're also about to redo our kitchen, so things are going to get a little hairy around here. We knew we'd have to redo the kitchen when we moved in, and taxes are done so it's time to start ripping everything out. Wish us luck.