So, I'm a girl who was born and raised in the city. We just recently moved to the 'burbs - in a relatively country type area. It's wonderful here...we have woods in our backyard, our neighbors have chickens and a rooster (who I love hearing in the morning, it really makes me feel like I'm on a farm!), and all sorts of wildlife around us - turkeys, fox, coyote - you get the picture.
So this summer I was determined to start a garden. I've never done it before, and having always had a black thumb (aka laziness) I've never been successful at keeping any type of plant alive, outside of my hanging petunia plants. So on Memorial Day weekend, I got up early and went to the nursery and bought all sorts of plants: tomatoes, eggplant, zucchini, squash, and red peppers. I even bought herbs like basil, chives, sorrell and cilantro. I was going to be a gardener! My husband looked at the area I picked to start it and he was like "no way you'll get this all weeded and turned over...you're going to need a backhoe". That's all I needed to hear. Within 3 hours, I had my 3 x 5 foot area set and ready to go. (I got planters for my herbs, that was just for the veggies.) When he came home, he was like "you're a maniac! I can't believe you got that done". Oh yeah, a maniac I definitely was. And now - I'm addicted.
I just came in from picking what's probably going to be my last bunch of fresh veggies for the season. I have a bunch of tomatoes that are still waiting to ripen, but as far as new growth, I think I'm done for the year. Can I just tell you - I'm so proud of myself! This city girl done good...
Hmmm. I guess this would make me a little bit country....and a little bit rock 'n roll, right? :)