In July, I asked Mr. P for a raised bed garden plot as my birthday gift. My family pitched in, and yesterday it was realized. I love it so much that I get up from what I am doing and just go marvel at how it is exactly what I hoped it would be. The bed is fully planted with fall crops, and while it may not yield much, I get such a kick out of how a tiny flower with bees and butterflies fluttering about will all OF A SUDDEN be a tiny baby pepper or cucumber or eggplant.
Way down at the bottom of the hill is Mr. P whacking weeds!
and NOW: TA DA!!
And the piece de resistace:
A different vantage point:
My summer garden...the frame thing is what Mr. P built so I could have all my plants at the apartment, and I still like it so I still have it.
It is kinda weird that we have all this set up in the front yard, but my back yard is all tree roots and shade. The "deck" and chairs were out back, but Friday night Mr. P and I sat out there with a beer, but Joe (the dog) kept wanting to be out front. We admitted we like out front better too...so we just said, "WhatEV" and put the garden party in the front yard because that is how we roll up in here.
I really love it, but now looking at the pictures---I am wondering if it is more really weird than kinda weird....