Garden centers are terrible temptresses this time of year here in sunny Arizona.
Mr. Jenny drove me to a big box chain close to our house...
...and I proceeded to fill the cart with flowers and seeds.
"I need some big bags of dirt, too!" I said bossily.
Mr. Jenny frowned.
"You know you don't have much room to plant," he said, grumpily, as he gazed at the cart contents.
"Well, I have those planting boxes that Dad and Uncle John made for me..."
"Yes, you do," agreed Mr. Jenny. "Do you remember that you have THREE boxes and they are each 18" square?"
"Yes," I argued, "But I have those pots I spray-painted out by the pool."
"Yes, you do," agreed Mr. Jenny. "Do you remember that you have THREE pots?"
"Yes," I argued, "And...ummm...I have that little planting area by the pool."
"Yes, you do," agreed Mr. Jenny. "But I'm pretty sure those giant geraniums you bought are going to fill that up."
I sighed and put back about half the stuff in my cart.
Mr. Jenny looked over his glasses at the remainder.
I sighed and put more stuff back.
And finally, finally Mr. Jenny was happy.
And so was I until I got home and wondered, 'Where the heck am I going to plant all this stuff?"
The life of an urban farmer on a small suburban lots is difficult.
But at least I have my chickens...
...my fruit orchard (a single apricot tree - heehee!) is in bloom!
PS. My Dad and my Uncle made those boxes for me for under three bucks! I'm excited to give them a try!