Growing is healthy

My mom is constantly talking about starting a garden. She has been for a very long time now. Along the side of the house that gets the most sun. Wouldn't it be wonderful to grow our own food? Then we wouldn't have to worry about eating who knows what from places like Mexico and Chile. And gardening is therapeutic, did you know that? With produce being so expensive it really only makes sense don't you think? And so on and so forth...

Doesn't she go out to the side yard the other day and weed a rectangular patch, forcing me to take her kind of seriously. Then there were all these vegetables waiting on the back deck to be placed in the ground and the belief system became even more steady. Next thing you know, there are clouds in the sky and she has a sad face on talking about wanting to plant the vegetables before it rains. I got the shovel and ho to till the land while she followed behind me planting the veggies.



I ended up lending her a hand with the planting since running about half naked in the sun while playing with the dogs was less fun with her sweating, working all hard and what not. Besides, she was so pumped about the whole thing, the idea of working in this new growth system was infectious. We gardened for about five hours. We got to experience some fun stuff during that time starting with some serious mother daughter bonding. An incredibly beautiful black swallowtail butterfly paid us a visit.
Cut worms and grubs (gives a whole new meaning to the word "grubby" eh?) were thrown into a coffee cup of doom and later emptied into the bird feeder of doom. This little female cowbird came down and bee bopped around the freshly turned earth caring very little she had two humans near her. There were moments that I swear, my mom could have reached out and touched her and got nothing but a relaxed good day to you friend or something equally as cheerful. We threw some worms to her for her amicable spirit. You can't beat a nonchalant wild bird attitude.

Today I went off to good old Lowes and picked up a soaker hose and some Liquid Fence as the rabbits here are not fucking around. Here's the fabulous finished product:

Front view!


Back view!


Here's what our happy little garden doth grow: broccoli, Big Boy Tomatoes, Better Boy Tomatoes, Pink Girl Tomatoes, cucumbers, chives, green onions, basil, chocolate peppers, freckles romain lettuce, rosemary, parsley, Ambrosia Mellon.

Once the rain stops, the liquid fence will be liberally applied. We're not fucking around either. There are people out there who are not fucking around waaaaay more seriously than we are. I looked up how to deter rabbits. One chick swears by barbed wire, saying that once you see blood and hair all over it you can take it down and not worry about rabbits for a long time. A dude wrote in saying that lead poisoning was the way to go and followed that up with a rabbit stew recipe, which got me thinking. I still need to practice my snaring technique.