I wasn't going to have a garden this year, I decided to just buy fresh vegetables from local farmers markets, I'm supposed to be selling the farm and I thought what was the point, all the work for someone else to benefit from. However the end of May was turning out to be warm and I thought a garden would give the place an authentic feel. So off I went to get a few plants. I have good luck with tomatoes so I only bought three. I felt sorry for the plants that are left, most people have started their gardens already, all the plants left behind will never find their forever home, they will be left to die on a compost pile. I adopted three and named them, Martha because she is an "early girl", Melvin because he's a "golden boy" and I got my favorite kind "ultra pink" I think it needed a fabulous gay name for an ultra pink. I was thinking that our Maddie is the most fabulous gay person I know of, so that's the name I gave it, anyway he's gone on vacation, he'll never know.
As I was preparing the garden, the temperature plummeted to below freezing that night and almost every night since I bought them. They are staying inside with me, so much for my fantastic garden, well at least the bugs aren't biting. I just don't want to have to explain what ketchup is to them.
I bought some flowers to cheer up the place, they are called pink madness, that just screamed "buy me" to a gay guy with a green thumb.