Fresh Start

Enter March.
Time to start thinking (and beginning) our next venture:
A garden.

I think our thinking
is that if we try enough times
someday, someday, we might be successful
at least sort of.

The first year we tried gardening, when it was just the two of us in a sweltering Utah heat and a rented half of a house with half of a yard, PTB dug up a manhole in the cultivation phase, so we settled for strawberry plants in a vacancy between the sidewalk and the house's siding. Before we could say "strawberry" our suave landlord weed-wacked our gently tendered plants.

The next two attempts both started in March and with enthusiasm which slowly dissipated as the spring warmed to summer and our newer plans uprooted the original. Thus, weeds and animals took their fair share and we ended up reaping a smaller share, but we could not argue "unfair".

And then last March, we started anew. A new home, a new plot. Handpicked and tilled fresh with muck from the generous horse. How could we go wrong? Well... we sowed seeds as a family one Monday evening, early spring and sweet little three-year-old Pook eagerly helped by tearing open seed packets when we were otherwise occupied. He made piles of soiled seed concoctions amid our neatly marked rows. We knew our plants were sprouting healthy when a woodchuck started to frequent the spot. So we threw up a pest fence (I entered the backyard one day just in time to see the varmint run at full speed into it and hilariously bounce back off). And then the walnut tree we thought was full bloom, became even fuller, casting a nasty shadow over the garden and putting us out of business once more.

So we're here in March,
ready to try again. (Heaven help us.)
This time with a new plot and many lessons learned.

Gerret and I procured seeds this afternoon
Nolan offered his services making a detailed plan.
Accordingly, our garden looks to bloom this year with blueberries, corn, plums, peas, watermelon, pumpkins, and an apple tree
(Heaven help it.)