Michigan Winters can get a girl down. So last January or February I decided this would be the year I started my garden. I’ve had this garden in my head for years. Upon the arrival of the first spring Burpee catalog, I spent hours pouring over the bright colors and the whimsical names of the plant varieties (Dolly Parton Tomatoes, anyone?)
We started most of our plants from seed. The flowers were a total flop but we had success with most of the veggies we planted. We kept them in a sunny window of the basement and most of them germinated nicely.
Mike’s step dad is a talented carpenter and provided us with the boards (almost certainly that were chopped by himself in the woods, carried home to his saw mill and then made into our raised bed garden.) He’s a pretty cool guy.
We bought the soil from a local farmer who had an ad up on Craigslist. “Dirt for sale” or something equally riveting was the title of the ad if I remember correctly.
It was really cold out.
The lily bulbs we planted last late summer came up nicely!
The boys approve!
Above are all of the seeds we sowed directly into the soil.
The lettuce/spinach/mesclun was the first direct sow plant up, followed by the beets, beans and squash. The herbs we bought already started.
We bought 1/2 of our tomato plants at the store already started, but the rest are are from seed. I have grand ambitions of canning salsa, tomato sauce and chutneys later in the summer. We have about 20 total which I know is a lot!
This is about where it stands now!
We made little wine cork labels to help us keep track of what we planted.
We are growing berries too! Although they are not coming along very well. My step-dad who is a fantastic gardener told me they are real spreaders, so they most likely just needed more space to really take off.
See these gorgeous azalea bushes? Yeah. I killed them by over-watering them. Now there are hostas and iris bulbs there with some mulch. So far I don’t do well with flowers.
I have a feeling I am becoming “that lady” who is going to wear big, over sized hats and garden clogs and carry totes that say things like “I dig gardening…” Oh well. There could be worse things. 🙂