It has been an unusually snowy winter. I have been spending my baby's nap time sitting on the couch and looking at the 8 feet off snow piled up on our yard. During this time, my 4 year-old usually plays quietly with his trains or watches a movie. Usually the latter, as he's not as quiet as I would like. So as I look at the snow that I feel will take until late April to melt, I start planning our garden.
This year we have been upgraded from a 15x15 to a 15x30 plot at our community garden. My husband and I both plan separate layouts and we come to a compromise that incorporates both plans. This will be our third year at the community garden. My husband is really the gardener, as he does all the hard work as I watch the kids. I tell him, "you grow it and I'll cook it." I think this a very even trade -- he loves to garden and I love to cook.
When we first got the garden, I thought I would be more involved with the sowing and harvesting. However, the first day out, I discovered that this might not be for me. My husband and I turned over a few forkfuls of soil, and I swear the ground looked like it was breathing. As I looked closer at the soil, it was filled with life -- bug life. I saw bugs that I didn't know existed. This freaked me out. Don't get me wrong, I love going to the garden, looking at all the plants we've grown and I even pick flowers and vegetables -- I just don't look too closely.
Tonight I plan on cooking the last butternut from our garden. As I work on the layout for our garden, I must remember to leave more room for butternut.
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