Porch Garden

So this is the most exciting thing I can come up with to blog about.  I've barely left the nest in the last week, except to clean cabins or shower houses. I will have to go out and beg people to take me out on entertaining adventures or tell me good stories.  Till then I'll just be scrubbing toilets and living the dream!

We planted a little garden on our back porch.  We have a family greenhouse that Jenny and I planted a bunch of seeds in.  Once they are ready, we'll plant them in a large garden up at Pat's house.  But being the independent cuss that I am, I still have to possess something of my very own on my own turf.  (Way out there in the distance you can see our white storage compartment.  That's where half of my house and clothes reside.  Sometimes I go there just to spend time with them and reminisce.)

As you can see, we have 6 little plants all squared away in buckets and pots.  Buckets that don't even match each other.  With tomatoes and strawberries in the hanging buckets.  We have to put our stuff up high so the deer and other naughty little creatures can't get into it.  I still don't know if this will be effective.  Time will tell.

It's a nice little set-up even though it isn't much to look at, which was my favorite part of my huge garden at our old house.  I just love a nice tilled garden with the corn all tall and heads of lettuce all lined up.  Something about the look of it is soothing to me. Now I will have to settle for sitting on the porch and staring at buckets.  I told my mother-in-law our garden was a bit ghetto.  She said, "It's not ghetto, it's Angle."  This is a classic line.  Write it down and use it in conversation today.  Only cool people that read this blog will get it.

This is our sweet girl reading her father his bedtime story.  It has nothing to do with gardening or anything.  It's just precious and more fun to look at that my silly porch plants.