|Our untidy garden is just right for two people.|
Should I make pickled beets this afternoon, or should I write about the beets and other edibles our pocket-sized piece of ground produced this year? My blogging has been as haphazard as my gardening this summer. But our funny garden has been at the top of my long list of possible blogs for weeks, so maybe I’ll write and then pickle.
|Potatoes that grew in the rhubarb patch.|
|Hank planting ever bearing strawberries last spring|
Swiss chard that survived the winter in a sheltered spot by the house came back this spring. If the bugs didn’t like it so well, we’d have had a fine crop to eat ourselves.
We had pots of tomatoes on the back porch, strawberries along the driveway, and flowers everywhere.
The wild shrubs in the front yard which we planted as tiny starts in 2009 have become near-trees. I feel like we no longer manage our growing things. They’ve taken control and dictate how we spend our time, or at least, how we should spend our time.
|Wild roses bloom in the front yard|
|Our wild garden just getting started|
|Son Rob, our landscaper, with the results of his handiwork, 2011|
|My favorite "shrub", an American cranberrybush|
|Our wild garden this summer|