Last year's garden, like most of us, endured a few challenges. First there were the aphids that attacked the potatoes and the organic death spray I used to kill the potatoes because I failed to read the label:
"Warning: This spray effectively kills anything you use it on, including your garden. But, hey, you don't have aphids anymore, right?"
And then there was the decorative gourd...incident. I can't even talk about it. I would be eating zucchini bread right now if 1/3 of the garden hadn't found itself infested with all that "pretty, inedible squash." If I want to see an inedible squash, I'll watch Veggie Tales. I don't need it in my garden.
I feel like I'm right on the verge of being funny, but I'm too tired to break the humor sound barrier.
I guess you'll just have to settle for an informative blog post tonight.
I'm taking a gardening class next week. (To All Y'all gals who wanted to join, I think it's through Southeast Community College, and happens the evening of the 15th. I wish it would have been on the 14th. That would have solved a lot of problems for me...but I digress.) We'll be learning about raised beds, soil mixes, crop rotation, vertical gardening, and staggered planting. I have tell you, just writing those words makes me happy. I need as much happy as I can get because I've been burning the useless "why can't I be better/perfect" oil lately, and this is a sure sign that someone has had too much time indoors.
The seed catalogs speak to me about being lifted from this white expanse into something I can sing about.
In the meantime, I'm going to rearrange these gourds.