I started with seeds because that's what all the know it alls do - so here I am following their advice. My super awesome husband went out in search of the best seeds and the best containers so our plant babies can have the best start. The seeds and containers then sat in their protective store packaging for two weeks in a place that we each would pass by each day over and over again. Then one day, while I was out photographing South Alabama babies - I came home to find a planting party happening in my driveway. Yes, it was probably best to leave the black thumb out of this one. But I vowed to water them twice a day. And I did. For weeks. And then, out of no where, we had babies!
And as it turns out the planting party yielded a wide variety of veggies. Seriously, I will rival the market with varieties and colors of tomatoes, peppers, cucumbers, okra, squash, some herbs and more. And they grew... Everyone picked something they wanted to grow. Madison picked Zucchini, Michael picked tomatoes, Jefferson picked pumpkins - he's five, he'd grow a roller coaster if we'd let him, I picked Jalapenos and Grant picked Cilantro. Grant wants to have a salsa garden and if you tasted his salsa, you'd want him to have one too. Jackson chose nothing because High School Seniors are too busy to garden and they don't think gardening has purpose. I mean, he's going to always buy what he needs from the grocery store forever. I think he may have my black thumb.
So I've got all these beautiful seedlings basking in the hot Alabama sunshine and they are growing. Can you believe it!?! But do I have a place for them to live? NOPE. No flower beds. No tilled rows of farmland. That means they are surely going to die. Again. Sigh. But the husband came to the rescue and started building plant houses. He's a pretty crafty guy.
Magically scrap wood and pallets become this water treated masterpiece. A beautiful home or a new coffin for our plant babies. It's still too early to tell. I got around to planing them this week with a formula of perfect dirt and fertilizer from my Green Thumb Mother. (Moms always have advice.) They look pretty good.
Somewhere in the mixing of the dirt and the miracle grow and the South Alabama Wind gusts, I got some dirt in my right eye. Talk about embarrassing. Every studio portrait session this week, starts with a tale of the Hazzards of Gardening in South Alabama. Yep, it's still red. And embarrassing.
