At Least We've Got the Onions

We are not having a good gardening season so far. The odds are stacked against us: the fickle weather, the ravaging dog, the lack of gardening skill and prowess.

We tried to cover things to protect them from the cold snow yesterday. But our dog, Haus, managed to knock down the wire cages and thus heavy, limp towels landed on the plants. I know I'm no green thumb, but I can't imagine that's good for them.

Plus he deliberately dug a bunch of dirt out of the tomato box.

Oi vey. At least we've got the onions, carrots, peas, radishes, and wild flowers.

Another S.O.S.

It's snowing today. Sheesh. It's May 13 and it's snowing. We have officially passed the 6-month mark for winter. Help!

We covered everything last night with tarps and sheets. But many of our plants are pretty much dead. Bye, bye tomatoes. And bell peppers.

Gardening is very difficulty for me, indeed.

Very Tricky Business

Aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhh! I am so bad at this gardening thing. Why do I have to like it so much?

Our tomato plants are dying. Is it the fact that I planted them before Mother's Day (a no-no in Colorado)? Or is it because 6-inches is not deep enough for such a massive root ball? Or is it because we put too many coffee grinds around the base of the plants?

Gardening is very tricky business.

Dwell in Possibility

Whoa. Stuff is really growing now. The onions have shot up. The radish seedlings are flourishing. And, today for the first time, carrot sprouts have made an appearance.

I'm somebody who is eager to check the mail on a daily basis because I dwell in possibility. Checking the garden each day creates the same sensation. I can't wait to see what has changed or grown.

Our one dilemma: our new dog, Haus. There's an indirect correlation between his bulkiness and his gracefulness. Whenever I'm hunched over the garden, he likes to bound over to me and occasionally sticks a big fat paw in the middle of a raised bed. Argh! Matt wants to surround our garden with chicken wire, but I worry about aesthetics. Gardens are meditative places, and the uglier they are, the less conducive they are to relaxation and rejuvenation.

We'll see.

If I Had a Green Thumb...

We bucked the advice given to us about gardening in Colorado and decided to plant our tomatoes before Mother's Day. It doesn't seem like we're going to have a frost before then. However, I do worry that the soil may be a little too cold.

When will I learn to follow directions? Argh! If I had a green thumb, then maybe I could get creative. Alas. We'll see what happens...