I spent some time this weekend pulling the dead tomato vines from the garden and musing about what to plant this year. I really don’t have much idea about gardening. I know flowers better than food. My husband planned and planted the garden last year. Tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, garlic and onions come to mind as the most likely to be eaten/used. I think strawberries, blueberries and pumpkins would be fun as well. I have no idea if this is feasible. I played around with this garden planning site a little last night. Seems like it could be helpful. Or… I could just let my husband do it again. And I could focus on my million other half-baked ideas…
I have been faithfully depositing my food scraps in my composter since I got one last spring, so it would be nice if we had some usable compost this year. I don’t know, though, since we haven’t been paying much attention to it other than that.
Speaking of gardening/plants, I’m reading The Signature of All Things by Elizabeth Gilbert (Eat Pray Love). It’s about a botanist in Civil War times. It’s good so far, save for a certain 19th-century slang word that keeps cropping up. Let’s just say it should replace “moist” as The Worst Word Ever. I can’t even write it here. 🙂
Thanks for the advice! You need your own stall at the Farmer’s Market! LOL. You sound like my husband. He wants to plant a million things. But I can definitely see how it gets addictive.