Spring Fever

Absolutely without a doubt I have a raging case of Spring Fever! Yesterday I was able to get to WalMart sans children (the need for me to go without them is another story for another blog another day... ) and while there I noticed all the garden thingies... you know... the seeds and dirt and tools and stuff.

Now mind you, I do great with animals and children, but plants see me coming and keel over dead on the spot. When it comes to gardening, my thumb is apparently a shade of death-brown.

Yet... for some inexplicable reason, those garden thingies were calling to me.

For the last couple of years, dear Iraq has been asking about growing a garden. Considering my previous history as an unwitting plant serial killer, I never gave her requests much thought. Yet seemingly out of nowhere yesterday it hit me that growing a garden (or at least making an attempt) might provide us with a great little project, and help occupy Iraq.

As I gingerly placed a few $1 packets of vegetable seeds in my cart, I had visions of Iraq becoming restless and tyrannical (as she can do so often) and having the option of suddenly redirecting her by announcing that it is time for her to go water the garden! I can send her OUT and make her feel important all at the same time! How cool would that be??

Now honestly, I don't know if I'll be able to make this garden-thing work, but the idea of having a project to involve Iraq in, that will last the majority of the spring and summer months is wonderfully enticing!!

Once we are out of danger of a renegade frost (I hear that's a bad thing when you're trying to make green things spring forth out of the dirt so you can eat them) we'll clear the spot next to the garage and poke some seeds into the dirt. After that, I can send Iraq out on a daily basis to make sure the garden is sufficiently watered. If we have any success at all and some of these poor seeds actually grow, Iraq will have a taste of victory... of quite literally, reaping what she has sown.

If the garden thing fails miserably, I'll have that excuse to fall back on every year going forward when Iraq asks if we can grow a garden.

Honestly, I hope it works. It would be nice to have some fresh veggies we grew ourselves, and possibly a new hobby for Iraq. SO... I welcome any and all gardening advice! Keep it simple (and cheap) because a 6-year-old will be doing most of the work (if this garden thing works in my favor).

Happy Spring!!