We’ve had a small garden for a couple years now.  My father-in-law makes a trip up from Houston twice a year to plan and graciously plant it for us.  I just watch.

But this year, inspired by Mary and Dave, I’ve decided to enlarge our garden and try my hand at this growing stuff bizness.

And every project worth doing needs a drawing right?

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Right there you can see the original 30 foot by 11 foot (ish) garden plan. If you were in my backyard right now you’d see five boxes made out of 2 x 10s on top of a layer of newspaper on top of a layer of cardboard on top of a layer of newspaper on top of dirt.  In between those boxes is a bunch of gravel.  In those boxes is nothing.  Yet.

Two days of work and I don’t even have dirt.  But, again, I have boxes and rocks.  And so right now it doesn’t so much look like something that’ll feed my family as much as it looks like a retreat facility for yuppy Buddhists.  All I need’s a bonsai tree.

I tell you all this because A)I truly lack the time to write about what I really want to write about, yet I would feel awful for neglecting you altogether and 2)I hate that I’m going out of town tomorrow because I know me.  When I break momentum on a project I have a hard time finishing it.  If momentum is broken it’s broken beyond repair.  Gone.  Over.

Hypothetically, I could, for instance, stop writing music every day and then one day realize I haven’t written a dang thing in three years.  It’s possible.  Hypothetically.

It’s also possible that three years from now I will still have boxes surrounded by gravel in my backyard and a refrigerator full of produce purchased at the Kroger.  Anybody else have this problem?

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