How does your garden grow?

Last weekend, Husband got a bug in his butt to plant a garden. We've only been talking about it for forever. So last weekend he was determined to see it through. (I understand where he's coming from, but it would have been nice to get Lil Man's room finished. We've only been working on that project for 2 months!)

We hit the Wally World and bought a blueberry bush, strawberry, tomato and basil plants and a whole bunch of seeds. And dirt. Lots and lots of dirt. Then we hit Lowe's to get some edging.

Now, we live in Arizona, where it's hot and dry and if you don't have grass, you have rocks. It's called "desert landscaping," but what it really is is rocks. So we had to shovel all the rocks out of one area (by "we" I mean "Husband"). The next step was the edging and then the dirt and finally the plants and seeds.

I was with him on this project, right up until a scorpion came crawling out of the rocks and onto our block wall. Husband gave it a mighty smash with his rubber mallet and that was the end of that old thing, but I just couldn't handle it. Those things freak me out hardcore!

We got the garden done. But if I am honest, husband did all the work. Heh. He's the "farmer" or "rancher" or whatever. I didn't grow up in the country. I'm a city girl! That's what he always calls me in his "I'm superior cause I grew up in the country" tone. So he can do the garden and I - well, I'll wear a big floppy hat and drink sweet iced tea from the patio. Maybe I'll pick the stuff when it comes in. We'll see.