Garden Project

Two summer ago I planted my very first vegetable garden. I had fresh tomatoes and squash to feed me and a dozen acquaintances for a months. I'm not much of a gardener. I hate pulling weeds; I hate mowing; I'm not even real excited about planting flowers; and if it's not on an automatic watering system, it dies. But a vegetable garden! For some reason, that's a whole different story. But things got in the way, my Master's degree, my new job. I just didn't want to worry about anything taking my focus off of these big events.

Now! Now, I'm getting my life settled into some sort of normality. (I use that term loosely.) I have time for a vegetable garden again this summer. Two weeks ago, The Boy, my friend and I got my pretty little garden plot all ready.

We planted three tomato plants of different varieties;

two squash plants, one zucchini and one yellow squash;

and a row of six little baby corn plants.

Ever since, I've been obsessed. I go out and check the progress every day. I pull the little weeds that creep up through the ground daily. I have fixed the irrigation twice to get it just right. I check the weather report and cover my babies if there is a chance of frost. There's something about a vegetable garden that makes it completely different than a flower garden and yard. Maybe it's because with the vegetable garden there are literal fruits to my labor, instead of just labor that keeps needing to be redone.