
Monday, March 30
I must say I'm thrilled with the garden expansion this year. I went from containers in the summer to two 3x3 boxes in the fall to what you see here. I still haven't filled the largest box, but the other boxes seem to be doing very well.
The dog and I had a sit down and talked about the recent rash of tomato beheaddings. Through his dumbfounded expression, I gather he feels he's just a stone-cold killer at heart, but the tomato cages I've pulled out seem to scare him enough to keep him away for now.
I've proven that growing last year's lettuce wasn't a fluke. The lettuce this year looks great and when I was thinning the red radishes, I pulled up:

IT'S A REAL, REAL RADISH!!! I was excited.
Here are some more pics:
Broccoli And finally, we had our first meal from the garden.
I was just thrilled. I tried to frame my picture as nicely as Granny does, but for some reason, the leg lamp just doesn't scream elegance.
Broccoli And finally, we had our first meal from the garden.
I was just thrilled. I tried to frame my picture as nicely as Granny does, but for some reason, the leg lamp just doesn't scream elegance. 

I realized I had let the dogs out early this morning and they did their fair share of running around. I should have realized what they were doing when they wouldn't come inside to eat breakfast. This digging is not unusually and some of you may remember the China project they dug in the back yard large enough for my child to be unable to crawl out of on his own, but SNOT BALLS!!! I had left the door open for them to come inside. I raced back in with visions akin to the ones I have when I realize they've been let in after digging in the red clay. It's been raining here two to three times a week and I just knew the malamute to be filthy with his white furry paws and face because you know he didn't stop at digging, he most certainly had to eat some for good measure. I grabbed the can of spot shot, ready to follow their manure laced bread crumb trail, and couldn't find paw prints to lead me to the culprit. As the panic began to subside I found the mastermind well enough in the front room:
See the mud on him? Neither did I, even though I know him to be the orchestrator. There wasn't even a residual speck on the carpets to clean. I don't know if I'm so mad at him for digging in my beds or if I'm more impressed with the mix's ability to shed water. We've all heard it and seen it to be so with our vegetables, but here, my friends, is the ultimate proof.






