If it weren’t for my husband, I’d probably be wading through weeds and crabgrass to get to the recycling cans. Wait, is crabgrass a weed? So, weeds.
As I’ve mentioned a few times, the previous owner of our lovely home had a very green thumb. And time and passion for gardening. She even left us a large folder with a gardening map and lists of what was planted and how to care for it. It’s still in a plastic rolling cube under the little table in the kitchen. It’s dusty.
So, for two and a half years, we’ve done a little here and a little there – but mostly we’ve enjoyed the flowers of her labor including azaleas, decorative grasses, those cut heart-shaped flowers, irises, peonies. I’ve found some more interesting than beautiful plants, too. And when we lost one of the trees, I swore that I would use that newly sun-filled space plant some veggies because I’ve heard that if kids grow them, they’ll eat them. Right?
Well, this past weekend we actually went out and did it! Or my husband did. We installed a pseudo-raised garden, added good soil, planted some seedlings, added a bunch of two-year-old mulch, let the kids help out a little to develop a feeling of ownership, and then mulched. Apparently, mulch helps weeds shrivel and DIE. I always thought it was just to make planted beds pretty and smelly. I guess there’s a utilitarian purpose.
The rain of last night and today will hopefully help and not drown the newly planted veggies and flowers. We have red and yellow sweet peppers, tomatoes, eggplant, hot peppers, and zinnias going on.