Ahhh...sweet, peaceful blogs! Don't ask why I abandoned my blog three months ago. I'm attempting to revive it again.

I'm not sure when the wars started in my garden, but it's been going on for  a while now. I think it started with my dad. I attempted to start the germination process in April so I would have some plants for my garden, because the weather was getting warm. I kept urging my dad to get the tractor out and till the soil. The seeds would be sprouting soon, I had hoped, and they would need a place to go, although I did have plenty of pots to transplant them into for the meantime.

Finally, long after I had gotten the seeds to sprout and start growing, he tilled the soil and created the rows. At that point I didn't know what to do, really, and took a bit of  a break. The weather got cold again and I didn't want to transplant my seedlings while it was cold outside. He, on the other hand, insisted that it would be better to work in the garden while it was still cold, so he began tilling the soil in front of the fence outside the chicken coop and later began planting the tomatoes in the tomato garden. After he had planted about 15 tomatoes, I came out in the cold weather with a sweatshirt and decided to help him. I planted the last 12 plants -- three beefsteak, three pink brandywines, three sugar lumps and three red cherries. It's hard to tell which types he had planted in the back row, but I'm quite sure of what I planted in the front row, because I'm more organized.

I find myself constantly disagreeing with the way he does things, even though I know he has much more experience than I do. He planted two rows of potatoes, two rows of onions, a row of various peppers and a row of two okra types. What was once "my" garden (last year!) has suddenly become "our" garden. I still need him to go back and fix the rows, because he didn't get them straight enough the first time and wants them straighter. I can't plant the corn and beans until he does this, and it's driving me insane. I still need to plant my zucchini and crookneck squash, which are still in pots but blooming nonetheless. They need some room to spread their roots so they can actually produce squash.

Shoot. That's not even the worst part. While we're disagreeing about what goes where, who's doing what, etc., there are other little pests wreaking havoc on our garden. Dang it! Every day it's some else. I'm watching everything with my own eyes, feeling helpless. I guess I'll have to write that in another blog post at another time. I didn't know I could even write this much. Strange. Anyway, stay tuned for more stories about the gardening wars at Robin's house. I'm going to go do some Googling on gardening.

Robin