which is something that my sweetie and i do very little of. if you’ve seen our house, you’ll have to agree…the grass is, depending on where you look, either a nice shade of green, a not-so-nice shade of greenish, or, all too often, a crispy, deep-fried brown (hey thanks for that, mr. summer-drought-and-100+-degree-days). the sad little plants that came with the house, while not entirely choked out by weeks, are certainly threatened. one of the two bartlett pear trees in front looks half-dead (but the other half is very much alive, so we hesitate to have it removed).
and i won’t even describe the back yard.
now, to look at our families, you’d never guess we were so terrible at growing things. ben’s mom is the president of her gardening club and has a BEAUTIFUL back yard, and his dad can grow veggies without even trying. meanwhile, i come from a very long line of women who’ve managed to bring forth (for generations) flowers, fruits and veggies from the rocky, unwelcoming, red-clay mud of the mountains. so we have successful gardens as part of our respective pedigrees… (more…)