I was absent the day the good Lord passed out green thumbs.
You know those "spider " plants...? They're some kind of (usually) green viney/leafy houseplant that are supposed to be impossible to kill.
Mmm-hmm. I killed mine!
And then there was gardening ...
Let's begin with a little bit of my "gardening history":
Growing up, I lived out in the middle of the woods ... not exactly ideal farm land.
Both sets of my grandparents (who lived within 15 miles of us), raised huge gardens every year ... so I think my parents just deferred all of the gardening fun to my grandparents. My sister and I have many memories of helping them plant, weed, and pick the vegetables (especially the peas - yum!) - and we even got to take our produce to the local grange fair and compete for ribbons (hey ... we thought it was fun, OK?).
(My husband, on the other hand, grew up on a very large farm ... where they grew things for a living.)
So two years ago, after having lived on our own property for several years, he decided it was high-time we grow a garden.
He prepared the land, we planted and tended the seeds, and vegetable plants actually began growing!
The fun stopped there ...
We came home one sunny Saturday afternoon to find what had been our 5-inch-high vegetable plants destroyed.
Chewed off, down to the ground, by gray diggers (aka: gigantic gray squirrels that live underground around these parts).
I'm pretty sure I saw steam come out of my husband's ears that day. He was NOT a happy camper.
Skip forward one year to last year at garden-planting time. Husband had determined that we would avoid the gray digger issue that year by buying already well-established vegetable plants from our local farm store. He figured the gray diggers were only after the fresh vegetable starts, and therefore, would leave the larger plants alone.
He figured wrong.
Enter: more steam.
And now we have arrived back in the present.
So this year, when my husband brought up the idea of a garden again ... I rolled my eyes and said something along the lines of ..."You've got to be kidding me."
I told him the only way we were going there again was if the garden was completely enclosed in a gray-digger-free cage.
So ... we came up with our plan.
Check out our progress so far!
Step one: Build raised beds. (We basically used PW's tutorial, found HERE.)
(Husband thought this was ridiculous, as he figured he could build a raised garden bed without "some blog lady" telling him how ... but I insisted that if THIS was the way Pioneer Woman did it, then THIS is how I wanted to do it, too!:)~
Step five: Build garden "cages" using two-by-fours and chicken wire.
a previous post).
Step nine: Head out to the barn and retrieve some baling twine from the feed-sack-turned-baling-twine-collector.
I will keep you posted on our garden progress ...
all I know is, if the plants die this year, it won't be because they were mowed down by squirrels!