My mom, blogging over at A Home Grown Journal, has been lamenting what she claims is the sad, sad state of her garden. She's even told her readers, "I bet mine [garden] tops yours in being the best of the worst."
Well, I just need to set the record straight by saying, "Are you KIDDING ME?!"
I took these pictures on Tuesday, and you can see one of the little peanuts I nanny for visiting Grandma JJ and Papa Roy (who helped her with her favorite activity: picking [and eating, of course!] strawberries fresh from the garden). But, what you also see is what mom calls "my poor, sad garden that seems to be waging a losing battle this year."
See what I mean when I say, "Puleeze?"
Her "poor, sad garden" would beat nearly ANY other garden out there (ESPECIALLY gardens in this thoroughly not-conducive-to-gardening part of the state).
She and I were discussing soil quality later that day, Mom explaining to me what humus is, the importance of it, etc., etc. (and, no, it's not the garlicky stuff made with Chick Peas - that's hummus). I said, "See!? This is exactly why YOU should be a Master Gardener!" To which she replied, "No! This is exactly why I SHOULDN'T! I don't know what I'm doing: I just wing it!"
Riiiiiight. But, I'll shut up now and let the pictures speak for themselves. ;)