Monday, July 8, 2013

How Our Tiny Garden Grows

We're in bloom, people.

It always seems like a miracle. It is a miracle!

Well, not the broccoli. It hasn't yet assumed a miraculous countenance. And we're on try numero dos on the beans. But sometimes the miracle comes after failure, yes?

I went out last night during that little slice of time where everything looks dreamy and right.
If we were smart, we'd live the lives of vampires or grave-yard-shifters, only showing our faces in that little slice of day.

Instead, I took a different approach and rolled out of bed this morning 15 minutes before we had to leave for C's doctor's appointment. It's just that the kids slept in for once, after being up until 11pm last night and the three previous nights. And I have a rule: I WILL NOT stand vertically from my bedroll if they are still sleeping.

I am a woman of my convictions.

So I rocked my ball cap circa Gap, 1996 and called it a day.
I ate oatmeal with blueberries in my swagger van.
Calvin didn't seem to mind.

(ps - The meds appear to be working! Slowly, surely, working!)

But back to the garden.

See that little patch of golden sunlight? Don't you kind of want to marry it?

Or marry in it?

Or marinate in it?

Or bottle it up and drink it?

Sell it?

Swim in it?

I feel badly about saying that my yard was tiny and dumb.
(That's a paraphrase, but mostly it's verbatim.)

Upon further reflection, it's really not so tiny and it's only 3/4 dumb, by no fault of its own.

There's a hill. Right in the middle of the yard. A large hill. A small sledding hill, if you will.
In essence, we have a two-tiered yard.

We can all agree that it's awkward, at a minimum.

See that drop off in the picture?

It's quite sheer, the drop-off.

But we situated our 4 little boxes on the upper level, by the alley. It's all good.
Who wouldn't be intrigued by an outdoor upstairs veggie patch?

Not me, that's who.

I harvested a jalapeno just 15 minutes ago and felt like I had just pioneered space travel or invented mascara. It seemed like a big deal. It always does.

I'm magic!

And let's go ahead and address the elephant in the room: Yes, Cory may have overdone it on the cucumber trellis. Maybe. I mean, it's taller than I am, but whatever, maybe he knows something the rest of us don't. Maybe he's putting all his money on the pickles. I'll keep you posted.

Meanwhile, we keep on watering and picking, watering and pulling.
And daydreaming.

We need some trees, stat.
A sand box would be nice.
A proper patio. Some peonies. A nice shrubbery from Roger the shrubber.

It's difficult to hang out on an inclined patch of shadeless grass.

Do I sound bratty right now? A little spoiled??
Don't answer that.

This is hugely inspirational:

{Read all about Ashley's amazertazer backyard here.}

Tiny yards can be rad, too!

If you don't believe me, just ask this guy.

I suppose we've got time to whip this place into shape.
And if I know anything, it's that I'll yammer about it every step and mis-step of the way.