March Madness and Garden Insanity

You’ve seen the videos I’ve forced upon you.  My girls can jump.

Though to the dismay of their basketball-loving father that has not necessarily translated into an interest in basketball.  Given the circumstances, Dave did what any sport-loving guy would do; he called for back-up.  It’s good to have nephews.

Five year old Felix watched.  He commented and talked stats and aside from a notable absence of beer and nachos it was game-watching perfection.  The fellas even took a break at half time to play a little hoops of their own.

And then the ladies stepped in to show them how it’s done.  My girl’s got some serious ups.

But enough with the silly game playing.  It’s March, and madness or not it is time to do some planting.  When it comes to work in the garden I am an equal-opportunity slave-driver.  I pressed all my indentured servants into compost spreading and plot prepping.

I put the girls to work.

I put the boys to work.

Heck, I would have put the mailman to work if he weren’t so darn speedy in that little weather-defying truck of his.

Thanks to all of these helping hands, the south garden has been seeded for snap peas, lettuce, onions and spinach.  Now we wait, and hope that March decides to keep its snow to itself this year.

Our new garden window is practically bursting with trash creatively re-purposed plastic containers.

Hope springs eternal in the form of this nascent plantings, but alas . . . you can’t count your veggies before they sprout.

• Category: Family, Garden