First Sprout's Free (Well, Not Really)
So there's a non-trivial chance that we'll be getting some ducks to go with our garden. Because somebody on the island is moving and is giving away their egg-laying ducks, and hey, free ducks.
I'm excited about it, and it amuses me to no end. The thought occurs that this is a slippery slope -- you start out with a packet of basil seeds that shows up innocently on your doorstep, all psyched about some herbs for the kitchen, and the next thing you know you're huffing ducks down some dark Maine island alley.
The garden proceeds apace. It thrills me every time to just walk out on the front porch and see all the planter boxes (and thank you so much to all our friends who put so much hard work into it, and to nex0s for designing it!), and watch all the things growing. I roam about and check on the sprouts coming in - tomatos, cukes, squashes, basil, and observe them and count them as jealously as a dragon does his coins. If... the coins grew up to make even more coins. And then you could eat them. This is a pretty sweet deal.
Oh, we had our first garden casualties, of course. I'm insanely grateful that there are no evil deer in our part of the island, and the yard is fenced in. But somebody (stripey tabby, I'm looking at YOU) ate the leaves off half our marigolds, all in one night. Next up we'll need to set up miniature robotic air defense towers, to ward off the blueberry-bound birds.
So it goes.
I'm excited about it, and it amuses me to no end. The thought occurs that this is a slippery slope -- you start out with a packet of basil seeds that shows up innocently on your doorstep, all psyched about some herbs for the kitchen, and the next thing you know you're huffing ducks down some dark Maine island alley.
The garden proceeds apace. It thrills me every time to just walk out on the front porch and see all the planter boxes (and thank you so much to all our friends who put so much hard work into it, and to nex0s for designing it!), and watch all the things growing. I roam about and check on the sprouts coming in - tomatos, cukes, squashes, basil, and observe them and count them as jealously as a dragon does his coins. If... the coins grew up to make even more coins. And then you could eat them. This is a pretty sweet deal.
Oh, we had our first garden casualties, of course. I'm insanely grateful that there are no evil deer in our part of the island, and the yard is fenced in. But somebody (stripey tabby, I'm looking at YOU) ate the leaves off half our marigolds, all in one night. Next up we'll need to set up miniature robotic air defense towers, to ward off the blueberry-bound birds.
So it goes.