Under the heading of: I wish my dad could see this! comes today’s post.
I have been wanting a garden for YEARS, but with babies and my deep disdain for any labor that includes the word “manual”, we haven’t done one yet. Finally this year I just did it. And I don’t think Mr MIP thought I would. Which is usually what happens around here and causes my children to ask, “Mommy, does Daddy know you have a hammer in your hands?”
He just knows my disdain for hard outside work on a hot day. But that made me want to prove myself all the more. So, I dug up the grass:
And then he jumped in and helped set up my “box.”
We added dirt and veggies, and presto chango – I have a cute little 4’x8′ garden!
We’ll see what happens! My past experiences with gardens include accidentally pulling up all of my grandma’s cucumber seedlings and digging weeds out from between the cracks of the sidewalk with a butter knife, which my dad tried to promote as “Cheap Fun & Summer Entertainment.” We also famously got told on while building said grandma’s garden, as told in my brother’s guest post: Washing Our Hands of Dirt And that’s why I wish dad could see this – his daughter VOLUNTARILY building a garden! Manual Laborers Unite! (Right after this sweet tea and a little rest in the air conditioning.)
I later changed the white trellis thingy to a bamboo teepee to help my green beans – who are not very happy right now. What to do?
And wouldn’t you know it, the pests are already invading! (I’m kidding. I’m kidding – he’s too cute to be a pest. Same with SuperBoy.)