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I am a self-professed city girl through and through. But last year, we moved to the “country”, well, at least my version of country. We live in a small town just outside of Boise, so a suburb really, but in my opinion, it’s the sticks. I grew up in Tucson, AZ, which is about five times the size of Boise. My husband, on the other hand, truly grew up in a small town, so to him, this is still a big city. If it were up to him, we’d be living off the grid somewhere with chickens and growing our own self-sustaining farm. I’m on board with the chickens but not so much the “off the grid” part. I need some sense of metropolis, even if it’s just a dollar store!
So now that I live in the “country”, I feel a sense of obligation to become good at gardening. In my lifetime, I have determined at least one thing for certain, plants and I generally do not get along. Not only because I definitely have a knack for not helping them live but I’m also a little creeped out by some of them…is that weird? Yes? If you think that’s weird, someday I’ll tell you about my fear of butterflies. Mostly I am not fond of viney plants, particularly in my house. If you saw our DIY Industrial Farmhouse Shutters, you may have seen my window plants. These are a recent addition to our home at the request of my husband and I only permitted the purchase of plants that do not resemble vines in the slightest.
When I met my husband in 2009, he had this horrible, creepy, viney plant. I don’t even know what it was but it wasn’t pretty, that’s what it was, or rather wasn’t. But seriously you guys, that freakin’ thing would not die. It would get almost to the brink of death and I’d be like YASSS and then he’d remember to water it and it would make a comeback. 🙄 So when we moved last year, it may have been set outside, in the heat of summer, and let’s just say, there it still lies and it ain’t comin’ back this time. That thing survived seven years of our relationship, enough was enough. Actually, I should throw it away because I swear if my husband brought it back in and started watering it again, that darn thing would come back to life.
On to my lack of a green thumb.
We recently built a raised garden bed in what was once the mud pit of our backyard. It’s 8 ft by 16 ft so we have a decent amount of space to plant. We built it pretty inexpensively with 2 x 12’s and wood posts. We assembled a fairly simple frame to fit in the corner of the yard and we dug holes to sink the posts so the garden would be more stable (and filled those holes with some gravel for drainage and to help prevent the wood posts from rotting in the wet ground). We then lined it with plastic to help protect the wood, cardboard, grass clippings, leaves, brush from a tree we cut down last fall and then topsoil and garden soil. This was a great post to follow for step by step directions. Isn’t my two-toned fence awesome?
My husband is super proud of his PVC watering system. It’s connected to our hose with a timer so it’s truly worry free, which is pretty awesome for me since I tend to forget I have a garden…or a backyard for that matter. We planted a variety of vegetables so I’m excited to see if they turn out.
Now that the garden is done and summer is finally here, considering it was like 90 freakin’ degrees today, I’m slowly working my way around our yard and trying my hand at this gardening thing. We’ll see how long these live.
As you can see, we also have a lot of gravel which I kind of hate so I’m trying to add more plants to distract from all the rocks. My daughter and I are also working on a fun little project that doesn’t require any sort of a green thumb…or creepy plants, a Fairy Garden! Now that’s the kind of gardening I can dig. 😉