This is the first year that the Cotton Husband and I have been in charge of the farm’s garden.
You might think that as a farm wife, I have a green thumb.
You might want to re-think that.
I don’t have a black thumb exactly – I just don’t really um…apply myself when dealing with flowers or gardens. Boy, if my Mama had a nickle for every time a teacher told her I didn’t apply myself…
Things are about to get real interesting once this garden is planted. Just to give you some idea – here is the actual Garden Planning Conversation.
“Sugar, where do you want your garden” (Notice his use of the word “YOUR”)
“Well, it needs to be near the house so I can take care of it.”
“If it’s at the house you have to take EXTRA good care of it.”
“I can’t take care of it if it’s not at the house. Also, I want the irrigation to hit it so I don’t have to water it.”
” ::Sigh:: I can see how this is going to turn out already. Ok, but if it’s at the house you REALLY have to take care of it.”
“I will. But I am telling you that if it isn’t near the house, I can’t take care of it!”
It was like that old Laurel and Hardy routine, Who’s on First, except with Sweetpea in the background yelling, “I WANT TO PLANT GRASS!!!”
Not a problem, Darlin’, not a problem. I think you’ll get your wish.