The second garden was in pots, 35+ minutes away at my father-in-law’s wife's then SLC home. Tomatoes finally took, the peas held their own, the squash and melons, grew but didn’t fruit much... and the watermelons were tiny. SOme herbs took but were rather useless a weekend drive away. In the end it was semi succesful
The Third Garden was in the Stake Plots. A 5ish minute drive this time, I couldn’t check on it daily as with my first, but it was more accessible than the pots in Sugar house. Still, It was a massive weedfest (not that kinda weed), and took hours every weekend to keep up, eventually I just let it blend with the weeds. People took this as a sign of abandonment and started stealing my tomatos and smashing my pumpkins. I was not pleased.
Year 4, there was NO GARDEN. I really wanted to start some seedings, but I was due June 12th with twins, and the stake garden had a tendency to not be ready for planting until late may/early June. SO, even if I got my plants planted, I knew I’d be relying on Brett to help me put them in, and then they would go neglected all summer in favor of babies. He’ll help me get my garden in, but never helps much with weeding or maintaining.
Well, it is Year 5, and my 4th garden. Here is the whole year story in a very large nutshell: We’d just moved in mid march, my twins were still less than a year and feeding them took FOREVER and was messy. I was pregnant (still am!) Brett was trying to use up all his daylight getting sprinklers and trees in and wasn’t much help, and I found weeding highly distracting. At last, I started seeds. Eventually, I transplanted them to bigger starter cups. Finally retrieved pots from storage got some things planted. Finally tried to get the rest of the tomatoes that wouldn’t fit into the ground... it was to hard (crappy dense soil, pregnant abs, little skill with a pick ax). Brett took pitty on me and spent 20 minutes helping me trench for them. I stole some of his landscaping dirt, made a place for the tomatoes in the trench, and lined with rocks hoping it would contain soil/dirt mixture. The water rolled off. Was having to water 2x a day and they were sad. Best idea ever--- I buried family size yogurt cups (with holes poked in them for leakage) in between the tomato plants and filled them when I watered. Tomatoes were happy. Weeks later, after a good rain, I tried to make a second trench for corn. I’ve never done corn. I wanted to try. The wet ground helped, but I was still preg, and the soil still sucked. Once again, I tricked Brett. Lovely lovely brett. I got some more stolen landscaping soil mixed in, corn planted, had to dig little pits to make little lakes so they could get more water, but they seam happy.
It seams a little late to post all the pictures, so I will just show my most recent, which are a few weeks old.
Some Herbs, some months ago.
| I was excited when small bell peppers came. First bell pepper attempt that has gone anywhere. |
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| Apparently the white moths that were keeping shade in my Kale were laying babies that later aggressively consumed my kale. Lessons for the future. |
The overflow tomato’s and the corn... which have since gotten much fuller. I even have an orange tomato on one now.
My basil a little later, well filled (now half bolts), and the cilantro drying itself out. I pulled it figuring I can maybe keep the coriander seeds on top?
ALL IN ALL... I absolutely loved having herbs so close. They did much better than ever before. I never used the parsley (rarely do) but I snuck snippets of the basil, thyme, and green onion (not pictured) quite often. I have a rosemary in the front yard (not picutred) that I also used a few times with pork, and the cilantro had a few minor invasions. The new life with fresh and accessable herbs in the midst of cooking was probably my favorite change. I also enjoyed replanting celery and green onion roots from the store (both sprouted, but only the green onion’s took), And seeing peppers slowing come, then BOOOM , was fun (now if I can solve the rot issue).
NEXT YEAR, hopefully, we put in the grow beds, with a drip system, because watering them every morning is a bit more time consuming than I would like... though the boys now enjoy being gated on the patio while I do it... so not so bad. Blah blah blah blah blah.
This is the third post today, and I didn’t cook, clean or pay much attention to the crabby babies while I did it, so please excuse me while I don’t even vaguely proofread this post that 3 people might read... not including the russians that are trying to steal my identity.




