Mr. Green Jean's

One of the perks at the ranch is that we have a garden expert here. He has taken the initiative to start an organic garden in a unused patch of dirt near the picnic area of the campground. It is fenced from the unhappy deer however the squirrels and raccoons are still visiting.

This year I was able to get involved in the planting which was fun except when I bumped into a cactus! Yeah, now I know why they have a reputation. I am still picking out the tiny porcupine like hairs from my left arm and leg. And now my right hand! I tried to remove them only to relocate them in my finger tips.

I will refer to our gardener extrordinaire as Mr. Green Jean's not that he wears green jeans. Here he is talking about gardening.

 

Those that know me will look at this garden and question my role as I am an organized person who would have everything labeled, have stakes to indicate planted areas, walking areas would be covered in mulch, mounds would be in uniform rows & I would have a map indicating the location of all planted items. However, this is Mr. Green Jean's garden and I am but a serf to his project. My lesson here is to go with the flow and let it be. A seed does not care whether it is in a row or not, nor that there is a stake to indicate what and where it is planted, only that it has good soil, water and sun.

I can't wait for the bountiful vegies to come! Yum, yum. Now if I can only get those pickers out of my arm.