To the dismay and disappointment of my dh, I am not a gardener.
It is simply not in me to get out there and dig in the
same dirt that the cat digs in dirt, pouring my sweat and effort into something that is at the mercy of birds, bugs, slugs, and weather in general.
Don’t get me wrong, I love and admire gardens! I love the beauty of the colors and scents, and I surely do appreciate the bounty that comes from a well-tended garden. My natural tendencies run far from gardening, toward cleaner and less strenuous activities: photographing and suggesting things to plant. And yet, I do get out there and put some time in — a weeding frenzy here, a transplant there.
Luckily, SuperDad loves to put time into the garden, planting and tending and harvesting. We don’t have raised garden beds this year, but he planted peas, beans, lettuce, tomatoes, zucchini, pumpkin, and yellow summer squash in various places on our small piece of paradise. Once we (and by “we” I most definitely mean he) figured out how to keep the chickadees from eating all of the tender young sprouts, the lettuce really took off and grew!
Today, I am thankful for a garden that produces good food to eat and a husband that gets out there and makes it all happen.