Gardening was my thing. I used to have a gorgeous set up that I built from a sketchy lawn. I had bees, too- it was my little garden paradise. It was so good for the soul!!!! Then we moved to a new house where the gargantuan hot dog sized grasshoppers and deer make it a no-go. I just don’t do “garden wars.” It’s been 3 growing seasons. And I really miss it. I’m going through some heavy health stuff and don’t even know if I’ll see 2 more seasons to grow.
So I started talking about greenhouses. I was ready to pull the trigger and then realized I just don’t have the time and energy right now- that it was just gonna be a money pit, for what??
So I (well, my helpers) hauled a tiny box over from the old garden (house is still ours) and put in some herbs and local hardware store plants (usually they’d be my own seedlings but alas).
And DAMN it’s made me feel so happy!!! I forgot how much I love the feel of vegetable gardening. Just even the prospects and idea has me refreshed!! It just does something to you. Of course I got too excited and asked for 2 more to be hauled. Hubbs turned that request down though. He reeled me back in “why not see if how much garden war you end up battling… and if it’s not too much, we will add more in the fall.” He’s not wrong. I know what’s about to happen, lol.
I know this tiny box is nothing to be “proud of” per se. It’s not a ***garden*** …. But ***it IS***
by Klutzy_Arm_7930
Dining and Cooking