My Garden Project
Having grown up on a farm, I’m used to having a garden. I haven’t had one for the past few years, and it felt weird. I mean, I’m a farm girl. Growing veggies is required. Non-negotiable. Like trying to bake a cake without flour.
Then my husband and I moved into this apartment last December. Lo and behold, it had a patch of dirt. My very own patch of dirt I can do whatever I want with. So naturally I’m going to put in a garden.
My vegetable garden doesn’t look like much, but let me tell you, it’s come a long ways from before. What you see here is about five hours work with a shovel and a rake. The yard was hard packed and infested with weeds, which I had to break up and get rid of. Hence the five hours of work.
And the job isn’t done yet. The soil has to be prepared before a single plant can be put down. That means fertilizer needs to be worked in next. Of course, my parents are pushing me to get the soil tested so I know what kind of fertilizer to use. That’s next on the list.
Then comes water, so I’ll be investing in a water hose. And if I manage to get all that done before spring comes, then I might have to wait until proper time to plant. The last thing I want to do is for my new plants to get frostbit by planting to early.
It’s a lot of work, but it’s going to be worth it when I start bringing in tomatoes and green beans come summertime. I can’t wait.
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