Here Today: 5.1.2010

ByShae

At last, it’s May and the garden is getting into gear. We don’t have much good ground for planting, so we do most of our gardening in big containers — custom-built planter boxes and half-wine barrels. Today we spent many hours preparing both things. After two-and-a-half months in the kitchen, my tomatoes and peppers will be glad to get planted out tomorrow.

My plants weren’t in the mood to be Hipstafied, so I set aside my iPhone and used my “real” camera today.

Patio box for lettuce and other greens, with removable sun shade.

Please plant me!

The first roses are a bit rain damaged, but we’re loving them.

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