St. Patrick's Day In The Garden

Today was a gorgeous day and we spent the afternoon in the garden. I'm pleased to report that we ate the first vegetables of the year! This is a record as far as I am concerned. Never before have I eaten anything as early as St Patrick's Day. Last year we didn't eat from the garden until May.

 I'll be honest though, I planted turnips last summer and let some overwinter. This may make me a cheater at my own game.

Behold a mammoth turnip!

 

This thing is huge. (See the photo below for comparison). This guy is literally as big as a softball!  And probably heavier. Heck, I bet I could win a turnip growing contest with this. (At least one that was held in, say, my neighborhood...)

I like to think I'm a gardener. 

Sometimes I'll say " I grew a large turnip." However, when I really think about it, I didn't grow it at all. I placed a seed in the ground and watered it. It grew all by itself. In truth, "A large turnip grew in my garden."  The only role I had was the placement of where it grew.

Sometimes you may have a greater hand in it than that, maybe spraying your tomato plants with water to knock off aphids or staking a pepper that's falling over from an overabundance of fruit. 

But that makes you a maintenance man. A groundskeeper if you want to get fancy.

You can't grow a garden any more than you can grow a child or a dog. They grow on their own.

 

Mother Nature is the true Gardener. 

I am just lucky enough to have some of her work at my house.