I’ve been putting off posting about my tomato garden because I had grand dreams of collecting photos as it grew and then making a movie about it. Eh. Maybe that will still get done, but in the meantime I’m wasting good post fodder.
Remember when I dreamed up a garden using the concrete blocks that we’ve owned since we were first married? Well, it turns out that it is not an original idea, but it still has some merit. I’m actually gardening – my parents will be so proud! Ok, maybe ‘gardening’ is not the right term – ‘experimenting with edible plants’ might be more accurate. (If you Google ‘square foot gardening’ you’ll get some cool articles that started me thinkin’.)
Way back in April I started some seeds in an egg carton on the windowsill. “Welcome to hell Good luck, little seeds,” Lloyd said.
Once they showed that they were going to make a go of it, I put some of the blocks out along the south side of the house. It gets a fair amount of sun out there, according to Brad.
Then, determined not to spend more than the couple of bucks on seeds, I filled the spaces with compost, then a little leftover potting soil from various plants we’ve killed.
So, the two best-looking tomato plants were transplanted to the big space, and I sprinkled lettuce seeds in the spaces in the blocks themselves.
It was around this time I was tinkering with the rain barrel idea (Which has run into a few snafus, Beth. I’ll have to talk about that with you.), and thought, “Y’know, I still have several blocks yet – why not build an annex?” So, now there is a little spot to the side for cucumbers to grow, and yet more lettuce. Lloyd thinks it looks stupid. He has no heart for ingenuity, only a passion for symmetry.
I realize that I’ve probably planted the cucumber seeds too late, but I don’t care. It’s all in the name of experimentation!
Cricket approves of it all.