You would think starting a garden would be easy. You would be wrong.
Our garden area is infested with onion grass that we casually threw aside last year and since then decided it wants to live. The roots are deep and if we don’t get rid of them, they’ll just multiply.
Genny was gung-ho about gardening until she got outside and realized farming involves work.
“I want something cold to drink!”
“In a little while.”
“My hands are hot!”
“Take off your gloves.
Instead, she woke Cole up in his stroller.
Nick was left to cultivate the ground with a pitchfork while I tended to the screeching and whining.
Nick made it about halfway through one row. We plan on having about one gazillion rows, so we have a bit to go.
Just a normal day of family fun.