Hello, I am the Uncomfortable Gardener

Hi, I’m the Uncomfortable Gardener!  The Uncomfortable Gardener, isn’t that a bit wordy?  Well, yes, but I figured “Wuss in the Yard” and “I Don’t Like to Get My Hands Dirty but how much do they want for that tomato” would have been taken already.

So why do I call myself the Uncomfortable Gardener?  Would a bench or some support shoes be better than whining about it?  Well, I’m not that kind of uncomfortable, well maybe a little, but I call myself that because basically I really have no idea what I’m doing but I’m gonna keep trying anyway.  Oh, and then there’s the whole I don’t like to get my hands dirty, bugs freak me out and I’m allergic to most things green and located in my yard or in a drugstore.  (I’m so fun at parties, ask me about my latest rash sometime, ha-ha)

So it’s the middle of August, shouldn’t I have started this months ago, take you through the process with me.  Yeah, actually that would have been a brilliant idea!  Why didn’t you suggest that sooner?  Well anyway I love to take pictures so we’ll go through this together a bit at a time and maybe you can help me and possibly I can help you. (Ha!)

We moved to Twenty Years Ago Land, MN 3 years ago.  For happenin’ exciting Las Vegas.  (So you can see already why I call it 20 Years Ago Land ie; 20YAL.  Everything just runs like it did 20 years ago.)  And I know 20 years ago, I graduated high school in Why Not Minot, North Dakota!  And moving here is just like I left ND all those years ago. We have a Starbucks and cell phones, broadband/cable internet and Wi-Fi at the McDonald's.  But it hit us squarely in the face a few days into our househunting journey, which by the way my Dear Darling Husband took the job sight (city) unseen based on my limited knowledge of the town, I’d been here twice before I was 12, and a coworker’s recommendation.  But I was saying we realized immediately that this place was different because the old lady in line ahead of us… wait for it… WROTE A CHECK!  No really, she did, and she waited till everything was wrung up and totaled before she even started it!  To us that was ridiculous, absurd, who does that kind of thing anymore?!?  Everyone.  No one writes checks anymore, we have debit cards for that.  In this hustle bustle world everyone is moving and grooving and doesn’t have time to write a check.  Isn’t that how Visa what’s us to think.  More about life in 20YAL later!

Let’s start at the beginning.

Our little ranch house, this is a composite shot of the back yard before we moved in.  The little old lady that lived here, kept it mowed and green.  Then we moved in…

Two fences, one strawberry tower and seven garden boxes later…

 

Well what fun would it be to show you right now…..