Sometimes the best way to get stuff done is to do nothing.
It’s seems counterintuitive, and it still works. When my To Do List runs miles long and everything on it seems like a chore, including meditating or weeding my flower beds, then I know it’s time to take a step back and chill out.
I spent this past weekend with mia famiglia in Detroit. Nope, I’m not even a little bit Italian, unless you count my Godfather days; I just like the musicality, so please indulge my oddities. In any event, while in the big D, I did a crapton of drinking, a shitton of eating, and a holy fuckton of relaxing. It was delicious, indulgent and exactly what Dr. Meghan had ordered. Oh look, I’m a doctor now. If only everything was that simple.
The Hubby and I drove back home on Sunday afternoon, and I had every intention of continuing my nonchalant nothingness trend when I got there. I’d skip blogging on Monday and take the rest of Sunday night off, aside from unpacking my toiletries case. Hey a girl’s gotta freshen up from time to time. Might I suggest daily?
My plan started simply enough, until my felines interjected, that is. After spending the weekend cooped up in the house, they wanted nothing more than free reign of the outside…well that and their momma, which is me. After constant meowing and a lot of leg rubbing, they lured me outside so I could pet them while they did sausage rolls in sun patches. Oh to be a cat. After minutes of sheer pampering and I would assume cat loving bliss, I shook the mountains of fur from my hands and then took a walk in my own backyard. As I strolled by my raised garden bed, I innocently started pulling weeds.
Before I knew it, the entire bed was completely deweeded, one of the perks of a smaller plot, and I was able to check an item off the To Do List. Even better than that… I know it’s hard to believe there’s anything better than the ambitious cross off … I got to bask in the progress of my produce, which made me ridiculously happy, and now I want to share with you. Aren’t you lucky?
Here’s what the garden looked like almost eight weeks ago when we first put it in. From left to right and top to bottom, we planted Asparagus, Corn, Carrots, Garlic, Broccoli, Brussel Sprout, Zucchini, Cauliflower, Cucumber, Leeks, Spinach, a Hot Pepper plant, three Tomato plants, ranging in size, and one Bell Pepper plant. The pots in the front are my herbs, and they contain Catnip, Cilantro, Parsley, Basil and Rosemary. There’s also an unpictured pot of Chives.
Now…..drumroll please…. here’s what the garden looks like today. “Oh my, look how you’ve grown,” she says suggestively, while raising an eyebrow.
Let’s do a few solo shots, just for giggles.
I was ecstatic to see the resurgence of my broccoli plant. After accidentally letting him go to seed a few weeks ago (yellow flowers are bad), I snipped the tip (men everywhere are cringing) and hoped for the best.
Cauliflower leaves are ridiculously big. I know my hand is small, but Da-Yum!
Zucchini blossoms are pretty and kind of funny looking when they’re aren’t in full bloom.
I see cherry tomatoes in my future.
I also see a salad because my spinach is ready to harvest.
There you have it: my garden or “The Farm” as the Hubby likes to call it. I should probably mention I have no idea what I’m doing. I’m having fun figuring it out though.
Did you plant a garden this summer? If not, would you want to? If so, what’s in your bed? Any tips for this wanna be urban farmer?