This year marks our third year in this house with this yard. Or, more to the point, this is our third year as gardeners. Our first year, we got a bunch of books and vigilantly read seed packets. We cringed each time we had to thin a plant ("But that's a future tomato! I don't want to thin the plant down to one strong stalk!") But we got tougher and smarter. We learned about how you should stake a tomato plant BEFORE it gets unwieldy and huge, and we also learned that artichokes will not, under any circumstances, grow in the heat of a Brooklyn summer.
The following year we got married, so while we did plant a garden, we didn't really tend to it at all, and it became the most chaotic mess I've ever seen. An epidemic of a vine called purple bells crawled over every square inch of the yard, which was pretty in the morning when the flowers were open. But, um, wasn't exactly what we intended. To revisit last year's glorious disaster, click here (you'll need to skip past the GIANT cucumbers).
last year. ( I believe I described it as a daffodil giving birth to another daffodil.) But what I didn't know is that it must be a genetic thing in the bulb. So, like, as long as I keep this bulb in the ground, it will always come up as a double daffodil. Isn't that fun? I mean, it's like having an old friend...who lives in your yard, in the ground, and comes out to see you like once a year. Ok, this is starting to sound a little creepy. You know what I mean, though.
Speaking of creepy, we're also growing potatoes this year! A new adventure! I actually first learned about growing potatoes while editing the to-be-published totally amazing book The Bust DIY Guide to Life (in bookstores, fall 2011). I could not believe that the sack of creepy looking old potatoes in my pantry that I've been trying not to think about for the last 6 to 8 weeks can actually be turned into a potato plant. But it's true!