Garden, Ho!

I've started a garden. Yes, it's true. While you may perceive me to be a wild, care-free spirit who makes his own rules, I am, in reality, a 72-year-old retiree named Bea.

Gardening--it's not just for old folks anymore! Just like everything else, when the younger generation discover things of yore and claim it for our own (vinyl records, Absinthe, and handkerchiefs, just to name a few) we tend to do it way better and with more modesty.

And so the adventure begins. We decided to do a raised bed with fencing to keep out weeds and pests (like deer, the giant rats of the forest). The beds have been divided into square feet with thin strips of treated wood. Check it out!