Yes Virginia, there is a gardener here

Ok, so I have to admit that Chris and I can't find the charger for the video camera he bought with all of those awful frequent flyer miles. I've been hoping to post a video just to prove once again that I do not have a lisp, but sorry folks. I think my one of my cats ate the charger.

Evil cats.

Alright. Here are some pictures of our garden. It never fails to amaze me that once I spend a few hours planting seeds, I manage to leave the gate to the raised bed garden open and Jake gets in there and makes a mess of everything. Perhaps this is why it's taking forever to start seeds.

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I was hoping for my first tomato by June 1. My reds don't look that promising. But these green zebras, hell, how do you tell that they're ripe? Good enough for me.



My first sunflower EVER (I know! I can't believe it either) and the cucumber/watermelon trellis behind it. Kinda ghetto, but whatev.



I've never grown borage before, and I had to get on my stomach on the dirt to take this picture. For love of the game I suppose.



Our tomato/basil tangle. Hey, at least it's better than last year's failed attempt at caging. (There are tomatoes in there ripening, oh yes, and they will show themselves soon.) It seems like yesterday they looked like this. For two points of extra grossness, there is a small garbage can in the back of this picture that is still holding the peppers I cut out on 12/31/07 (lid on and everything since then), but there was no room to hold them in the green waste bin. Oops. Procrastinate much?



Because we feed the birds with black oil sunflower seeds each winter, we ended up having a volunteer. Three points to Chris for knowing what it was upon first sight.



Grape vine 1 of 2 ripening. When I was a kid, my parents built a copper grape arbor in our backyard that must have been 30 to 4o feet long and 8 feet wide where they grew wine grapes. They made wine a couple times as I recall (yes, I was THAT kid that smashed grapes with my feet in my backyard), but like all other hobbies they had, this one was swapped for another. It's quite amazing how I can recall good slices of my childhood and that involve things like this that I am interested in as an adult. (Dad, that was for you if you actually read this).



Once again, my pup is claiming the daylilies as his. Notice the daylily to the left, in full bloom (gasp - there went the air out of my lungs when I saw these tonight, does it to me every time), and the one to the right is half dead. Yep. No pee vs. pee. Now you know why he isn't allowed over near the raised beds. Perhaps we should walk him more. Spoiled dog.



A better red daylily picture.



The lime tree that we have babied for two years actually has limes. Like, real limes. We've decided to let it fend for itself next winter, no babying. We'll see about that when we actually taste the limes.



Grow little beans, grow. (This was a good way to use the 1' of space that was dirt between the concrete and the fence on our "RV Access" side). I'm thinking about ripping out concrete. Just wait until Chris hears my latest scheme(s), yes, plural.



My sunny (if only in theory) front porch. Pink kalanchoe, dark green Gardenia, and black mondo grass and creeping jenny.



So there you have it. The garden at Lizard Hollow is alive and well. More on the raised beds by request soon.