Seen from the distance our “garden/front yard/veggie patch” not sure-what-to call-it might not look so good or fancy or interesting. But, if you look closer you will find wonderful things. Is it not like this it often goes?
And to be quite frank, considering that: we got here mid-July, the soil was like hard-packed concrete, have lived in 4 different houses the last 6 months are alone with two kids, had to build foundations and what not for the container home, have been through two lung infections and one throat infection, Magnus was away for three weeks and I have actually been so tired that I had a melt down at the hardware store… Well i will gladly consider every single fruit that will ever come out this years showings like a small miracle of some kind. I am a strong atheist so this says it all I guess.
We are less camping and more living, but the place still resembles a refugee camp like someone put it. Sometimes I wonder wtf, but most of the time I am very happy of being here. I am just sooooo tired and would so much like to be able to take it easy and not have to deal with constant urgent things going on on my phone and email. But we will get there eventually. In the meantime I leave you to enjoy some of my precious fruits of effort. Some two weeks have gone since I took the pictures so things have grown even more. It is weird, it took a while and suddenly it was like I had injected hormones into them, they almost exploded into growth. Well, I won’t complain.
Breakfast in the veggie patch