Last year at this time, I had planted and was taking care of my very first garden. And even though I was a beginner, I was very confident. Even cocky, you might argue. I remember saying something along the lines of, "I will have enough tomatoes to feed the entire city of North Olmsted."
And based on the amount of tomato seeds I planted, this could have been true. Except for the fact that I didn't plant the seeds until the middle of May - about two months late. So by the time the plants started to get big, a little thing called fall - and then frost and then winter - happened.
When summer had come and gone and I hadn't produced one single vegetable from my garden, myconfidence cockiness was quite embarrassing.
So this year, with one gardening season of lessons under my belt, I tried again. Only this time I didn't start from seeds and I decided not to brag about my garden until I actually had a vegetable in my hands.
Well, the time has come my friends.
I'm not sure why I'm having such better luck this year. Perhaps all I
needed was a bun in the oven to really harvest my growing skills. Or
maybe the fact that the soil wasn't super wet this year and I didn't
start from seeds has something to do with it. But whatever the reason, I
officially am a gardener!
I should have a lot of tomatoes, too, if the deer don't eat them all. The few tomatoes that have come out of this garden so far were not quite ripe and went straight into the belly of a deer. If you look closely, you will see we have a net over the tomato plants now. Take that, Bambi.
When I throw out terms like, "officially a gardener," I should disclose that I still had to consult my awesome gardening friend Erica, over at The Gritty Girl blog, to ask when you know that cucumbers are ready to be picked because truthfully, I still know nothing about gardening except how to dig a hole, stick a plant in it and dump water on top of it regularly.
I will keep you posted if anything else ends up coming out of this garden. And if I am silent on the issue, you can assume the two cucumbers were it. But hey, that still is 200% better than where I was at this time last year. I'll take it.
And based on the amount of tomato seeds I planted, this could have been true. Except for the fact that I didn't plant the seeds until the middle of May - about two months late. So by the time the plants started to get big, a little thing called fall - and then frost and then winter - happened.
When summer had come and gone and I hadn't produced one single vegetable from my garden, my
So this year, with one gardening season of lessons under my belt, I tried again. Only this time I didn't start from seeds and I decided not to brag about my garden until I actually had a vegetable in my hands.
Well, the time has come my friends.
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| The first two cucumbers from my garden. |
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| Me, my garden and my dog. Cucumber, red bell peppers and tomato plants. |
I should have a lot of tomatoes, too, if the deer don't eat them all. The few tomatoes that have come out of this garden so far were not quite ripe and went straight into the belly of a deer. If you look closely, you will see we have a net over the tomato plants now. Take that, Bambi.
When I throw out terms like, "officially a gardener," I should disclose that I still had to consult my awesome gardening friend Erica, over at The Gritty Girl blog, to ask when you know that cucumbers are ready to be picked because truthfully, I still know nothing about gardening except how to dig a hole, stick a plant in it and dump water on top of it regularly.
I will keep you posted if anything else ends up coming out of this garden. And if I am silent on the issue, you can assume the two cucumbers were it. But hey, that still is 200% better than where I was at this time last year. I'll take it.
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