But if you could have seen my precious little veggie garden just a few short months ago... you would have thought it was lost footage from Jumangi. The sweet bf had this garden idea - I think it was just to give me an outdoor project so he can watch the History channel in peace - and consequently was nice enough to pretend our crappy lawnmower was a bushhog & clear it out for me. 5,000 mosquito bites, one busted lawnmower wheel, and two sore backs later, we are rocking peppers, tomatoes, onions, rosemary, garlic, and chives.
Although the weeds are a bitch and a half - I am throughly convinced that banana trees would survive should we ever get an a-bomb dropped on us - it is strangely rewarding to literally see the fruits (or veggies, I guess) of your labor. And after working up an appetite doing all that weeding today, I'm damn sure ready to eat the veggies of my labor too.
