There are days when my kids work me over so hard that my efforts at being “nice Mommy” should win me some kind of Academy Award or something.
But this is not the answer….
(I know, it’s a little morbid but we thought it was funny and looked like we were digging graves)
That is actually the fruits of our labor from a long, hard, sweaty Saturday of planning our garden.
It’s been eleven years since our first garden and I talk about it every year but just get too overwhelmed with all the work it takes to get it started. I can handle the planting, weeding, watering, harvesting and putting up. What I can’t seem to do is all the building and digging that it initially takes to start a new garden.
And I have a husband who prefers deep thought over physical labor.
But God lit a fire under Chris’ keester this year and he actually got into the whole garden thing with me.
We plotted it all out; where the beds would go, where we would put the fence to keep the deer and elk from trampling it, where the paths would be, and where the gate would open up. Then we snooped in the rafters for the lumber for the raised beds (we do the square foot gardening method) and got down and dirty with the digging.
And after 8 sweaty hours we got our first three beds dug up.
Next: the manure.
The kids are gonna love that!