I like to think that I love gardening, but the truth is I really just love the end result of gardening. I like seeing things growing about my house, tasting my own herbs, cutting my own flowers, and making a happy place for birds and bugs and such. But all the work it takes to create such things? I don’t like that so much. And since the arrival of our kids we have not been very good gardeners at all. (Thank goodness for the CSA farm!) But we do still like doing what we can and we like to plant bulbs and we are very excited to get Clark excited for gardening. He has picked out his own tools and a very tacky turtle statue he absolutely had to have from Lowe’s. He sowed some marigold seeds and planted some pansies and it will be a true miracle if anything grows/survives in his little plot of dirt.
As for ourselves we’ve decided to till a new garden area and take the fenced previous garden area and use it for…chickens!! Unlike our friends over at IPB Living who’ve managed to prepare their earth, start plants indoors and tenderly care for them, and delicately transplant seedlings, we’ve bought some seeds and tilled up some grassy lawn which will no doubt mean a constant battle with weeds (which we will lose.) However, we feel happy about it and in the meantime are thrilled when we look about at what’s in the garden now: peonies emerging, hyacinths and daffodils blooming, tulips emerging, and my favorite spring thing that makes me laugh–when we first moved here I planted grape hyacinths and tete a tete daffodils in a row up our front walk. I envisioned lovely alternating bright purple and yellow. Well, when they came up I couldn’t believe what a hilarious mistake I’d made. The are so miniscule as to barely be seen even when you are standing next to them, much less from the road or front door. But every year they come up and every year I laugh at them. Here is a picture of one of the larger ones next to my sneaker for scale.