This was the hitherto unkempt and disgusting corner of our garden once marked out to be ‘The Cubby House Area’ for when we were going to get the said construction. However, money (cubbies! are $$$!!) and boredom on Adam’s part one weekend meant that instead we got this. Now, considering my recent environmental freakout I actually am completely fine with the way things have turned out. Because, as you can see, the plants are all still alive.
If the case were different, you can be sure I’d be groaning most indignantly about the stupid plants. But I’m not, so hooray! Let me show you my babies:
The row of four taller plants by the fence are different types of tomatoes that are now beginning to flower. (Amazed? I AM.) From left to right in the second row is weed*, capsicum and strawberry. In the third row are my little basils (who aren’t doing quite so well…) And the in the last is my silverbeet (doubled it’s size!) and chili bush.
Oh. Oh yeah – you see OUTSIDE? on the other side of the barrier? Next to the herb pots? In no-plants-land? As an afterthought? Is the CORN. In Keira’s words, “They look sad.”
That’s because daddy forgot to put them in the plot so thought, hey let’s engage in a little Spartan philosophy and plant them wherever and if they survive then good on them. Survival for the fittest, here.
It has been Keira’s job every day to go out and ‘talk to the plants’ and generally watch over them. It has been Riley’s job to march through the garden with his shoes on and trample them into the dirt. He thinks this is much more fun.
So – what do you think?
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*Edit: Weed as in the singular, like ‘a weed’. Not weed known collectively and popularly as in the drug kind. No no no no. Gosh, that word really becomes silly when you type it over and over again. Weed! Whee!!! Okay, will stop now.
