The family Garden, Full of Love and Non-acid Tomatoes

We were able to get all of our planting done. Dig D and the kids put in the vegetable garden and the herb garden. We planted tomatoes, peppers, and onions. We also planted cherry tomatoes, my favorite. There is nothing like a warm tomato from the garden. Put it on some toast with mayonnaise and I am in heaven. Big D said he basically planted everything we would need to make spaghetti sauce. We are big spaghetti eaters, and you have not tasted goodness until you have tried Big D’s sauce.

Big D let the kids pick out a vegetable to plant. He is the type that lets the kids make a decision and he just goes with it. I think it is a very good way to be. It lets the kids make their own decisions and be proud of what that decision was. I on the other hand have a bit of a control problem. I will let the kids make their decision, try not to interferer, but it is very hard for me not to make tiny suggestions.

Under my husband’s supervision, the kids picked out non-acid tomatoes to plant. I can’t imagine what these will taste like. Big D does not have the control complex like I do, so this choice was fine. The kids were happy that they were able to choose their own vegetable without someone (me) suggesting a better alternative. I just don’t know what I am going to do with baskets full of non-acid tomatoes? Any suggestions?




Bug planting onions


Lil D looking for worms


Miss and her tomatoes


The herb garden looks a bit like a graveyard right now.
It will soon be full of yummy herbs.


Poor St. Francis needs a good painting.

F is for Flowers

Yesterday Bug and I started planting flowers in the front yard. I am not a very good gardener, I really don’t know what to plant and where. I basically buy plants that I like, plant them and then cross my fingers and hope they grow.

I bought some daylilies, Hostas, and a pretty pink flower called a volcano. I have no idea how these volcanoes grow. They are beautiful and smell so good, so I bought them. Bug was happy to help. We got outside, I had started shoveling the dirt when Bug needed me to go in and get her jacket. I came back with her jacket, and started planting. Bug then announced she had to go potty. Fine, I take her inside to go potty. We get back out and we are ready to go.

Bug then says it would be a good idea for me to go get her shovel. By her shovel she means a little red plastic snow shovel. All I pictured was me planting on one side and her digging up the flowers on the other. I suggested she just use her hands to dig in the dirt. She was happy with that suggestion.

I found a chair in someone’s garbage. I don’t consider that garbage picking. I refer to it as recycling. I took the seat out and painted the chair. And there you have a planter. I may not be that great of a gardener, but I love it like someone who knows what she is doing. The hard work of planting, the care, and then you get to watch and see all of your work grow into the beautiful creations that they are. I hope so anyway.

Nothing says springtime like a freshly planted flowerbed. Besides a coffee mug on my window sill filled with Dandelions picked just for me, thank you Bug..

Recycled Chair

Volcanoes


Little feet



Flowerbed


Flowers for mom