It appears I was a bit over-ambitious in my garden plans this year.
I have twelve tiny tomato plants and enough basil to make pesto for all of Italy. I have plans for onions, tomatoes, peppers, potatoes, beans, and every herb you can possibly imagine.
Problem is, even with my newly expanded garden, I don't have space for it all.
You'd think that with six acres I'd be able to find a spot for it all. But we still need room for the Slip'n'Slide, the driving range, badminton, baseball, and enough yard to keep three dogs happy.
I'm going to have to figure out a way to finance a bigger farm. Who would've thought this city-girl could turn into a farmer? Life has a funny sense of humor.
About Me
- Emily Ryan
- Accidental farming is what happens when you're single with a two year old who, of course, needs a fish or two. The cats you already have don't quite cut it for the kid so you get a dog to keep her company and you sane. Every dog needs chickens, so becuase you have the space, you get a few of those two. And then your boyfriend moves in with his dog and you wake up one morning to find that all you had wanted was some companionship, but you've accidentally opened a petting zoo.
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