Travails in Our Backyard Garden
Here's a short history of our gardening:
Year one: Disaster! We plant directly in the ground, learn that the bean seed packet means that the plants will grow to be not 6 to 8 inches tall, but 6 to 8 feet tall, and have beautiful plants but nearly no vegetables. But still, we love it, and are irrationally proud of our efforts.
Year two: We get a bit smarter and actually read some gardening books. We switch to raised beds and attempt to start seeds inside our apartment during the winter months in preparation for spring. The garden starts strong, then struggles. Our yield improves, but our enthusiasm wanes. By end of summer, we're frankly glad it's over, after fretting for months about diseases, amount of sun, and how much water to give the plants. We go from being irrationally proud, to irrationally stressed out about the garden.
Year three: We regain our resolve over the winter and go back into the garden. This time, we move our raised beds to improve the amount of light our plants will receive. We give up on growing seedlings indoors during the winter, and we order seedlings for delivery. The biggest change in year three: we buy a soaker hose and a water timer, which makes the whole thing much more zen. Trips to the garden become moments just to regard the plants, rather than obsessively water. We have carrots and tomatoes in spades. It is the year of lazy gardening.
So here we are, year four.