The harvest has begun. It's so exciting for me to watch everything grow and then to be able to eat things from our own backyard. I don't think I'll ever get over this. It's a little miracle to me every time.
This is our second year having our own garden. I helped in our garden when I was growing up, and my mom set aside a 4x4 frame for each of her kids to plant whatever they wanted. (I always did flowers.) We planted our first garden as a married couple the summer after we came back from France, in 2005. It was great, but the end of the harvest was somewhat wasted because at that point I was having major morning-sickness and didn't want to move any more than I had to to. But I really don't want to think about that. We took the next year off because we had three new little ones to care for, and moved at the end of July. In 2007 I took it easy and just planted tomato plants. It's really nice to be able to get back into it again. Hopefully next year we'll be able to make it even bigger.
So here's the garden:
There are 7 kinds of veggies planted here. Can you name them?
And here's Everett with the first of our harvest. He didn't want to touch it because of the little prickles, but he let me set it on his lap:
We have another small bed with lettuce, cucumbers, and two volunteer tomato plants. I have a little more space, so I might plant something else. It's just a matter of timing!