Posted on Friday, May 05 2006

In the whole history of the world I think it’s safe to say that nothing past present or future could have, would have, or has shocked my mother they way my recent news did. No, she’s not getting another grandchild and I didn’t win the lottery. I broke it to her gently, “I’m planting a garden.” “You? Are you serious?” she asked with a hint of disbelief and an undertone of a lack of confidence in my abilities. She’s right to be concerned.

I have never grown a garden of any sort. I have one house plant and if there were an organized law enforcement against the cruelty to house plants I’m sure I would be featured on Plant Cops on the all plant network (Um, there is no plant network. I’m being funny and gardening. Multi-tasking.)

So, here are the beginnings of what surely will become a pain in my ass in the next few months. Not the lovely girl you see there, that’s my groovy shoed niece helping with the Garden Weasel. The Weaseling lasted about two minutes, until she became fixated on digging up those tulips you see in the middle of the mulch. That kept her busy for about an hour while her wonderful adorable boyfriend did all the work.

Yes, I have a lot of mulch. I think it’s safe to go small at first and later I will expand my planted area. At this point I’m still figuring out where to put everything.

Ah, plants and stuff. Since we have lots of rabbits, even though we are in the middle of a neighborhood, I did subsequently put a chicken wire fence around it and so far so good. No little nibblers.