In case you didn't know, I'm marrying a man who doesn't have a sole green thumb, instead he has four viridescent fingers and an evergreen thumb on each hand. He probably thinks I'm just talking him up, but I have to disagree because there are tomato and onion sprouts on my counter begging to differ.
Okay, okay. A couple sprouts don't merit a Master Gardener title or anything, but I'm decently proud of these little guys, especially because I've been helping keep them alive for a couple weeks. Their growth, coupled with the warming spring weather, are slowly progressing them towards being planted in our garden plot soon.
Also, this is what our garden plot looked like last Monday:
Which Monday y'all know was also my birthday, so as a gift of quality time we spent that evening beginning to prep our plot and soil.
So after Monday it looked like this:
Much, much better. We've got golden ranunculus sandwiched by pink English daisies as our plot marker. The 120 square feet we've rented is just one plot of the twenty on this corner of land, so the flowers help me not get lost.
Starting this little garden means more to the both of us than starting a little hobby; one of our big life goals is to own a homestead together. Currently, we're living in the suburbs of a little college town where sometimes you can hardly find housing, let alone a space to plant a garden. Also, we're working, and in school, and trying to consider what our next big step in life is, and in general quite busy. But I'm glad that we've still taken a baby step towards one of our big goals. Some dreams can't wait until winter to be planted, and most dreams can't be built immediately out of thin air; we've got to make time now to do the things that will fill our lives with authentic meaning and joy. And getting a couple tomatoes along the way wouldn't hurt.