There is a vicious rumor circulating that it is going to be in the 70's tomorrow and dry. I'm sure that it is quite mad to get my hopes up before I actually see proof of said forecast, but I just can't help it. I gave Plantboy most of our tax return money this year and this is what he's been busy doing:
He built these raised beds over a few Saturdays in March. Then he ordered 3 yards of soil that sat in our driveway for a few weeks getting rained on, as well as compacted and dragged through my house by two little boys who could NOT keep out of it. After 30 trips with the wheelbarrow, it was time to plant. This is about 3 or 4 weeks ago during a couple of days of warm and dry weather:
These are the raspberries. The boys also planted strawberries all around the edge of this bed. There are 24 raspberry plants in two different varieties. When they start producing well, we should have raspberries most of the summer. My mouth is watering just thinking about it.
This is our apple tree. Plantboy said, "I know we may not live here long enough to see it fruiting really well, but I just can't help it." I think my husband should have been a farmer.
You might live in Eugene if your kids refer to your family garden as "crops," or if your compost bin is bigger than your garbage can.
In unrelated news: Isn't scallywag a true fashion icon?