No more wondering why my lettuce didn't come up in straight rows! The first picture is all the evidence I need that the little fence does NOT, in fact, keep Chester out of the garden. Chester is our almost-five year old beagle, and he seems to think the garden is his domain. Wrong!
I couldn't help have a garden, really. My mom's side of the family has gardened since the moment they stepped on American soil. Probably long before then, too. Of course they had to garden to feed those big families! When you have eight kids, it seems like the best solution.
I still think it's a great solution. Have you seen the price on organic produce? It's absurd! It costs an arm and a leg to eat healthfully, and I'm working to beat the system by growing my own organic lettuce, peas, beans, red cabbage, strawberries, peppers, tomatoes, cucumbers, and a host of herbs. I'll beat you yet, Safeway!
Bob calls my little project a World War II garden. I guess he's right. Desperate times call for desperate measures. Now if I can just keep Chester out of there...
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You've got all that growing in that little space??? I want a garden too :)
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