Confessions of failed gardener

These are my confessions:

The total haul from my garden so far is 5 beans. Those were the most expensive beans I have ever eaten. 

My neighbor gave me my tomato plants, and he has huge juicy tomatoes. I have pretty yellow flowers that never turn into tomatoes. 

When my neighbor made a special trip to my house to show off his cool looking tomatoes, I kinda wanted to show him a green bean. And then shove it in his nose, but then I would only have 4 green beans. 

When people show their amazing veggies they are harvesting from their own gardens, I realize that I should have more than yellow flowers. I seriously still thought I should still be waiting for veggies/fruit. 

Every time I buy tomatoes it makes me slightly violent. Inside my head violent. Like throwing a 2 year old style tantrum in the store, throwing tomatoes against the wall and yelling "It's not Fair!!" 

The biggest confession of all, I should have put my garden in the middle of the yard like my mother suggested. Sigh

A garden

This year we finally planting a garden. We have talked about it every year, this year we did it. I used some money from our tax return and made the cheapest raised bed planter ever. It is bordered by cynder blocks. They cost less than $20. The dirt, however was huge. About $75 worth of dirt. Sucha  pain. Well, it was dirt, miracle grow dirt, poop dirt, and moss dirt.

The poop dirt- good laugh. It has a huge cartoon of a cow's behind and the motto says "We're #1 in #2" cheesey- but funny. It is one of the reasons I choose it- that and it was cheaper.

So today we put herbs in the holes of the cynder blocks. Tomatoes and Peppers as soon as they are ready.

When that happens, up goes the chicken wire which is labeled in a nice politically correct form as "poultry fencing."

Now the watering begins... I am bad at this in the house- hopefully, I can remember when it is outside...