I am not a great blogger most of the time, but in the spring and summer, I downright stink. I just love being outside. I love pushing our kitchen table off to the side to catch junk mail for a few months, while we eat breakfast, lunch and dinner out on the porch. I love watching my baby run around in the grass with nothing but a diaper... and sometimes not even that. I love our morning walks to the park and swinging side-by-side with my little man. I love when it so hot that I stop caring about the condition of my arms and I throw on a tank top. I love splashing in our inflatable kiddy pool. I love farmers markets and fresh fruits and veggies that didn’t come from California. I love mowing the lawn, digging in the dirt and watching as each of my flowers take turns blooming. The tulips, the snowball bush, the irises, the peonies, the pixie lilies, and now the hydrangeas and daylilies, while the hibiscus and black-eyed susans and butterfly bushes have not quite woken. This year I can add a new love to that list. My new garden, my vegetable garden.
My grandma grew up on a farm in southern Maryland and she when she married my Grandpa, an Irish immigrant with his feet firmly planted in Baltimore city, she missed getting her hands dirty. They lived in a tiny house in the city, but grandpa made sure their yard was big enough for quite a spectacular garden. I have the best memories of driving to her little farm in the city, and spending hours playing amongst the veggies, digging up worms, or coloring under the grape arbors. The tomatoes, peppers, potatoes, strawberries, cucumbers, she grew everything, but my absolute favorite were her grapes. The most magnificent grapes I have ever tasted in my life. Recently, I discovered a local vineyard that has one wine that tastes just like those grapes. One sip and I am right back there.
So here are a few photos from my garden.
Zucchini
I also did head lettuce, yellow bell peppers, onions, carrots, spinach , broccoli, eggplant, a bunch of herbs and started a blueberry bush.
Cabbage worms ate my broccoli and I didn’t pick the spinach in time, but we have enjoyed carrots, strawberries and lettuce, and zucchini is on tonight’s menu.
Here’s a look at the perfect little garden my amazing husband gave up a lot of blood, sweat, tears and Saturdays to build me...
Isn’t he just the best?
