Okay. Things are good, sort of. Still no dirt and the weeds are sprouting. Maybe not sprouting, more like shooting for the stars. I mean, look at these things! They’re taking over! Aaaaaaaagh!
Of course they are. They’re weeds. That’s what they do. But have no fear. Mandie assures me she’s on dirt patrol. It will be delivered any day now…
Well, I’m not holding my breath on that one but I am looking toward the positive — the other box! Good news — these babies are growing with awesome results.
The lettuce is fanning open, begging to be plucked for a beautiful salad, the tomatoes are blossoming, the broccoli is blooming and the potatoes are growing larger, safe and sound, tucked away in their underground incubator after being properly hilled.
Carrots are sparse. More fertilizer, more water and they’ll be fine. Just give them some time.
Me, I think they’ll pull through, so long as she keeps an eye on the aphids. Ladybugs, anyone? They’re one cure, but so are insecticidal soap and finger smudging. Either way, keep up the maintenance, Mandie! Once they gain a little more stature and strength they’ll be fine.
More good news? No Chihuahua tracks in the dirt. Very good. They can be lethal to the delicate greens struggling through the sprout stage, not to mention pure terror for those meant for human consumption! Who wants to eat salad stepped on my the pup who’s been who knows where…???
Not me and if Mandie knows what’s good for her — not her, either. But she assures me it won’t be a problem. The boy is on a leash when outdoors. Hmmm. I have kids and I have a dog. I know how habits slip and slide until the next thing you know, the dog is sitting smack square in the middle of the kitchen floor which is off-limits to him! (But he’s so cute, Mom. How can you be mad?)
Hmph. As one who has lost this battle, time will tell if she proves any tougher. Good luck with that girlfriend! Where no dog seems to have made tracks, one of the boys apparently has. Left this Easter bunny plant creation next to the lettuce (in case he gets hungry, I presume).
They’re so smart and creative at this age, aren’t they? And green. Chalk up one more for Mama’s column!