Day with Mud

I am thinking of a small garden this year.

Neat little beds with some tomatoes, and lettuce

Nothing to get out of control during swim team season or July/August season.

Nothing I will fret over when I go out of town.

Something sweet with a few flowers to cut and wide rows

so the kids don't trample the plants.

I was actually thinking all of that in the dark of February.

When all my Norwegian reason comes out.

It's NOT February now!!!!

Now my crazy mid western/southern blood runs through my veins.

Gardens are meant to feed a family and all their kin folk for miles around.

With enough to put some good green beans and tomatoes up for the winter.

I don't know where the Norwegian in me goes, but it stays hidden til long about July and then comes knocking again with an I told you so and a hunh huh.

A little wag of the finger and it's back in it's hole until the Dutch blood comes out to feed it in November. Stews and stuff, nothing home grown has ever walk into this house after Sept.5th and I don't think my neighbors tomatoes really count.

HE' S RETIRED remember?

So here is the hopeless romantics garden this year. It looks so manageable on paper.