Ahhh...the smell of fresh tilled soil (with a little manure mixed in there), the feel of the warm spring sun on your shoulders, and the joy of watching things grow. Gardening. There's nothing like it.
Or so I'm told.
You see...I am a city-girl, born and raised in Southern California - where one is proud if they can call a postage stamp of land their own. Granted, my health-conscience parents make use of every inch of their postage stamp with an "urban garden." But it was always kind of their thing - until now.
This city-turned-country girl is trying her hand at the art of gardening - but not alone, mind you! I have three trusty pals at my side: my wonderful husband, and Matthew and Rachael McNeil, fellow staff members at Uplands Reach. Truthfully, none of us really know what we're doing. But that's okay!
We are learning as we go, and having a blast doing it.
Hopefully, when you arrive at camp this summer, you will see many a vine-ripened tomato sitting plump on the vine (along with many other garden delicious-ness!).
Here's a little photo-log of our "tilling up" day last Saturday. We've made progress since then - and will actually be planting soon! We are so thankful for this opportunity to spend time in God's creation, fellowship with one another as we work, and hopefully enjoy the literal fruits of our labor when summer gets here!
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| Matthew and our helper, Kelsey, proudly present our soon-to-be garden patch |
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| For some reason, I find it very cool that there is a stream right next to our garden. Maybe because I come from a desert?? |
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| The horses don't know what they think about all the commotion on a Saturday morning. |
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| Duke brought his A-game to our tilling-up day. Look at that alertness. |
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| There goes the pretty patch of grass - oh well. Yummy veggies to follow. |
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| I think snuggling with Duke was one of my fave parts of the day. |
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| Rachael presents our patch...of dirt. We promise it looks more garden-ish now! |
More "Uplands Farm" updates to follow!
I know I've already sown blood and sweat into that garden! If the horses (or other critters) gobble up the green things we put in there later, the tears will probably follow...that or a bazooka.
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