I would love to tell you of the amazing vegetables I have been growing and bringing in to share with coworkers.
I would love to say "I have so many cucumbers I am scouring the internet for what to do with them all."
I would love to wax poetically about the hours the kids and I have have spent gardening, peals of laughter being heard ringing through the neighborhood.
I would love to have this be about my great green thumbs and the tremendous pride I take in being able to feed my family from the back yard.
This is none of those things.
I am a horrible gardener. Now I admit, we have a teeny city yard and just about the worst
That doesn't stop me from trying each year. And usually I get some tomatoes and some really good basil. But that is it.
But this year, the kids wanted to expand our horizons. Carrots. Melons. Herbs. Peas. Beans.
And loving their enthusiasm, I went for it. And it bombed. I have a lovely garden of nettles and clover.
Except for one thing.
Pumpkins.
We might just be getting pumpkins.
We have several pumpkin plants that are growing. Fast. And flowering. And expanding all over the yard. And exciting the kids.
They are exciting Brian a bit less as they are encroaching on his grill and getting in the way of mowing the grass. But still.
And they are even attracting bees. (And yes, that is clover, I wasn't kidding about that.)
So there might even be some hope of growing more than just plants.
But then again, this is me we are talking about.
I'm not holding my breath.
