First it was just that one 75ft row of lettuce. Then we went to check on the yellow squash...go get a bucket. Then we peeked at the bottom of the first row of tomatoes...then we got another 5-gallon bucket. Now we're in trouble.
It's mid-May and the garden is literally exploding with produce. Usually we talk about how we're going to sell this year. Farmer's Market? did that...it almost killed us. Picking, packing, up at 4:30 a.m. on Saturday morning. That would be fine if we did this for a living...but cramming it in-between and around work was just too much. We lasted about three years. Last year we just sold from here. We made cool signs for out front, set up our market tent. That turned out to be a squirrelly proposition. When to be open? Who's turn is it to sit out under the tent? Flurries of activity mixed in with long hot hours of tent-sitting. We had not decided how we wanted to handle it this year, and now....too bad ha ha!
We garden because we have to. I should reserve that for my husband, Will because frankly... he gardens because he has to. I have been (happily) swept into this...this...accidental gardening life.
A new neighbor droped by this afternoon. She saw the sign. She'll come back this evening with her kids, when it's not a million degrees out there, to walk in the garden and buy some vegetables and flowers. Good thing; there are a lot more tomatoes out there, and new squash every 5 minutes!