We have had gardens before, gardens that somehow did not get tended, or the squirrels tended for us. Gardens that gave us a carrot or two, a few raspberries, brussel sprouts if we were lucky. But we were not lucky gardeners. When you are working a forty hour week, driving kids from soccer to piano and have endless other activities, it is just easier to go to the grocery store.
Now that our days are slightly less filled, tending the garden is a joy.
And just hanging around watching it grow is even better.
Que le vaya bien!