Virgin Harvesters: How Does Your Garden Grow?

Dig This Chick has a cool first time harvester virtual gardening club. 76 people harvesting something for the first time get to peek in on the gardens of others and know, while garden-raising in the wee hours of the day, that they are not alone. I’m excited to be a part of it: our first raised garden. Our first pumpkins, corn, basil, artichokes, zucchinis, green peppers, carrots, onions, lettuce, sunflowers (and more) on this island.

Our first problem. Fixed.

We were watering at night, because, well we could star gaze and it was quiet. The moon was out, the beer was cold, the kids were asleep. We used water from the kiddie pool, got the leaves wet. Our garden didn’t like that.

We got powdery mildew. We took seven chamomile tea bags and two quarts of water and boiled it, chilled it, and sprayed it on the leaves. We started watering in the morning, before coffee. The plants loved, loved it.

New problem. It seems that watering with a cup of coffee works a lot better. Go figure. We make coffee first now.

I wish I could have edited Betty, Lucy & Olive’s cute little faces below:


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What word would I use to describe my garden?

pro·lif·ic/prəˈlifik/ adjective. producing freely.

I might add with reckless abandonment.


I’ve got something and I’m not sure what it is I’ve got. It’s some sort of first-island-garden syndrome where I am so, so enthusiastic about what is growing that I am unable to thin things out. For instance, my fingers feel murderous pulling out the beautiful carrot greens. I mean, I planted them from seed and now I have to thin, pull – kill? It may sound severe, but, I’ve had a hard time.

My friend over at Mental Chew came over and helped me thin my zucchinis out the other day. After the shears trimmed crowded leaves they stretched out long green limbs into the dirt and flourished, flourished. I just have to muster up the courage to remodel the greenery the way Luke has begun our master bedroom/garage renovations: with zestful abandonment.


And if reckless abandonment means to go for broke, well, it’s just funny how things get tighter when we create more space.


Strawberries are just about ready to fall into tiny hands,


& Halloween’s pumpkins are making their way towards our doorstep with a little help from Lucy’s tiny hand:


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