May 10, 2012

Kelli Smash Garden

Last time I talked about our house, it was to complain (let's be honest here). I complained about how we only discovered some major flaws after we bought the house and were moving in. But there's something else that goes on when you buy a house: everything you loved about it comes crashing down. In a good way, I suppose.


After we walked through the house and were waiting to buy it, we bragged a lot and to anyone who would listen.

"It has a drop-down recipe holder in the kitchen!" (We later removed it so we could install a utensil hanging rack and magnetic strip for knives.)

"It has those little pop-out drawers in front of the kitchen sink!" (We are planning to tear at least one out to make a paper towel holder.)

"It has built-in cupboards in the garage!" (Mostly gone.)

"It has a built-in entertainment center in the basement!" (Plans are being made to remove this.)

"It already has a vegetable garden!"  Aaaaaaand that's where this post comes in.


There's just something about the need to claim a house as your own.  While a person may love a feature when the house belongs to someone else, when it becomes your house, that feature may lose its luster.  That's how the garden was. I can't tell you how excited we were about that garden for the first month we lived here. The kids picked strawberries and tomatoes. In the fall, they picked the pumpkins. It was wonderful to have such a low-maintenance, pre-cooked garden.

But then the warm weather rolled around. And it was time to really claim the garden as our own. We decided the garden was too messy. Too cluttered. Too "accidental"-looking. We wanted a very clean, intentional garden. 

So we tore that shit right up.

Here is the post-winter Before picture:


So, well, it was ugly. Now, I'm sure it would have sprouted again with time and looked lovely again. But we had seen the soul of the real garden and it had garbage and weeds and lots of pink paving stones.


...and if you believe that orbs are anything more than dust particles, then our garden also contained ghosts.

Thanks to Madame Pinterest, I got the idea to do raised planter boxes. As is always the case, I come up with the idea and then let Keene figure out how to make it a reality.  And he did!


I make it look so easy: "Oh, la-di-dah! We built a planter box!" But in reality, it was pretty easy.


Which is why we built the second box and are currently working on the third and fourth.


As you can see, the kids are quite a big help. You will never catch me in one of those fits of nostalgia in which I say, "Aww...I wish he/she was a baby again!"  Because I have never in my life seen a baby who can do this:


Or can lay down paver stones:


What's better? This was actually Kayden's idea. Keene and I had planned to just leave it as dirt for the time-being, but Kayden figured out that these pavers were the exact size to fit in there. And then he did all the work of laying them down himself.  And he looked totally cool while doing it.



So, the planter box on the right actually belongs to the children. We let them decide what they wanted to plant in their respective halves.





Our next round involves a skinnier planter box for herbs and then another full-size box for more vegetables.

In the meantime, Keene is growing a hair-garden all over his head because he's a damn hippie.


3 comments:

Feisty Tourist said...

lol I love this post. Esp. the part about Keene being a hippie.

Kelli said...

Feisty, I can't prove this just yet, but I think there may be another hippie living IN HIS BEARD.

sophia blue said...

There's a chance you're pondering it becomes as uncomplicated to allow them to create their own way to the bathroom sink.