I don’t garden and I’m not afraid to admit it.
In fact, I’ve never liked to garden. Even as a child, when my family had huge gardens, I hated helping. It’s simple really … it’s hot and there are bugs.
I am one of those people. You know the type. I hate to work in the garden, but I love to eat those fresh veggies all summer long. Some people would be ashamed to admit that, but not me. I appreciate gardening and applaud those who do it. I call Nathan an “Urban Farmer” because right here in the middle of the city, he manages to plant, grow and cook some amazing things. You should hear me brag about his garden, but I don’t help much.
I’m posting a few pictures that show the progress of Nathan’s Urban Farm. I take no credit for any of the progress made. The efforts I have put forth can be summed up in these lines:
“Sure, I’ll drive you to the garden center to buy plants.”
“Yes, I think you should plant squash and okra.”
“Hey, where’s the basil?”
Nathan starts most of his plants in his office. They live under lights and grow from little seeds. It’s magic. And, the glow from his office is something I have just gotten used to over time.
He is very organized with a number system and everything.
Then he transplanted them into little temporary pots to “harden off” outside for awhile.
He set up a big table in the living room and used our good spoons for this, but I forgave him.
These are little baby pepper plants ready to become big scary hot peppers that burn me up! Look how innocent they look.
He carefully labeled everything as well. He’s smart like that.
They hung out for a while on our back porch. We gave the extra plants to our friend Lisa P. She arm wrestled Angee for them and won fair and square. Just kidding — she came over first, so she got the plants. Lisa tells me that they are doing fine and survived the great “Oklahoma Hail Storm of 2010.”
You may remember night gardening.
Those little tiny plants look like this today.
This garden holds lots of promise. We, and I use the term “we” loosely, are growing tomatillos. There are a lot on the vine, including this guy.
We have twins! Cherokee Purple Heirloom tomatoes — I can’t wait.
The blackberries are coming right along. Let’s all say “Blackberry Cobbler” three times and click our heels together. We will magically re-appear on the treadmill.
My favorite thing of all … the berry trellis — looks like a hitchin’ post to me.
To all those gardeners out there … I salute you! I adore you. I admire you. Please share your veggies with me. In the words of one of my favorite songwriters, I leave you with these lines from Guy Clark that I think about every summer: “There’s only two things that money can’t buy. That’s true love and home-grown tomatoes.”