I’m missing the little garden outside my back door. My husband is faithful about watering, so whatever’s growing in the garden should be fine. Wonder why I miss it so much?
I wonder how many more pole beans have matured in the last few days? Whatever will I do with all of that basil? And the gourds…have I told you about those strange gourds? That’s an entirely different sort of fall project.
I’m missing our little organic family garden. It’s become such a normal part of our backyard life. I miss being able to step outside and pick fresh herbs for soup or to see if my latest attempt at growing pumpkins is succeeding.
Yes, I miss my little scrappy sprouts, too. I miss my kids even though I’ve been thoroughly enjoying the Type A Parent conference in Atlanta.
Before I left home last week, the kids and I had been experimenting with a new kitchen gadget that goes perfectly with our gardening and composting efforts. More about that tomorrow.