This year, we’re living off the land.
Well, ok, that’s an exageration in every sense. What we’ve done is planted six tomato plants, peppers, tons of herbs, a Satsuma Orange tree, and some sort of hybrid lemon and lime tree.
We’ve always wanted to try the upside down tomato garden. You know the one, as seen on tv.
I’m impressed at how well it’s doing. Each holder contains one tomato plant that grows out the bottom, and the other spaces contain a variety of herbs. We are using containers on the ground to grow even more.
The herbs are doing so well, that I desperately need recipes that include fresh herbs, or some friends who want to come pick some to use in their own recipes.
Dave and Little Man planted the two fruit trees, which I am so excited about! I took a picture of them now, and want to do the same each Spring to watch how big they’ve grown.
I thought my biggest enemy of our garden would be the squirrels. How mistaken I was. The first threat, it seems, is Harley. He dug up the pepper plants. Four times. Until they were dead.
Not sure what the deal is, maybe something about the smell. I won’t even begin to describe the World War 3 that erupted in our house when Dave declared that if the dog kept it up, he was finding a new home.
Oh. My. Goodness.
Needless to say, the peppers are gone, and the dog is still here.
This past week, just before my husband and I headed out of town to Nashville for four days, our tomato plants were doing so well! We had tons of baby green tomatoes. My husband and I did such a good job of bragging to everyone who would listen how well our little garden is growing. We were sure that we’d have tomatoes that would be ready to pick in another week or so, that would become part of a fantastic salad or salsa that would surely be better than any to be found in the grocery store.
Enemy of the garden number two, it seems, is Little Man. It’s not that he doesn’t like the garden, it’s that he likes it too much. While we were gone, he picked 14 tomatoes, and gently, carefully, laid them on the ground by the base of the plants. He didn’t throw them like most two years olds would have done. He thought he was doing something right. He was so proud of himself.
I am happy to report in this case there was no yelling about how, if the two year old did that again, he would be finding another home.
I suppose I’m going to have to teach Little Man proper garden etiquite. I’m not sure why it never occurred to me to do that in the first place.
Now, every day before he goes outside to play, we review the garden rules. No picking the tomatoes until they are really big, and really red. And only if mommy and daddy say it’s ok.
And, if you can’t remember those rules, you can always blame the dog.