Planting

And the planting begins. Friday my Father-in-law brought the rest of the composted dirt. He just dropped it off, as he had somewhere to go and didn't want to get sweaty. It's already pretty warm here in Texas. Saturday morning, I filled the large bin. I had forgotten about a small (18 inch by 22 inch) frame I had put up originally to compost in. I filled it with dirt and I'm going to plant herbs in it. My herbs haven't come in yet. I need to get my husband to take a picture of it tomorrow in sunlight. I need to get dirt for a front window box of bricks also, to put more herbs in.

Saturday when I went to plant, I had 2 neighbor boys helping me. My 11 year old was away at Boy Scout camp. The younger brother had come over to see if my son could play and I told him he'd be gone until Sunday night. I mentioned that I was getting ready to garden, and he said, "Can I help?" I almost felt like Tom Sawyer. We hadn't even strung off the squares yet. When we were almost done stringing off everything, his brother showed up (he's 11 also). So the three of us planted the 4 ft x 8 ft bed.