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I have always fancied myself a gardener. I'm not really, but I like to think of myself as one. Gardening holds a couple of major hurdles for me; for one you have to remember to water it. This poses a problem due to my somewhat spacey nature that is very spacey when preggers which I have been for a couple of years now. Another hurdle, or two in this case, is the dogs, who love to dig in and run through my garden. Alas, after many years of half-assed attempts at something productive, I have success.


I am proud to say my garden ROCKS this year. We have already enjoyed a nice harvest of spinach and radishes. We eat a salad fresh from the garden several times a week. The herbs are used in almost every meal. My tomato plant is going to need its own zip code soon. The snap peas never even make it inside, I just pick them and eat them. In the next week I expect to have a few peppers to enjoy and the cucumbers are not too far off.


Look at me and my green thumb! See, all you need is a fence for the dogs and a drip hose for the...memory.

Comments

Kari said…
Wow - that is mega impressive! Good job Crockers!
Jennifer McHam said…
WOW! YOU GO GIRL!
Valerie Ruth said…
Very impressive! I kill everything that is remotely green around here!
Kari said…
So...good thing you took this picture when you did. I would imagine your lovely garden is shredded this morning. :(
Send any extra tomatoes my way, please!!!! :)

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