A Long Line of Farmers

I come from a long line of farmers. My grandpa was a farmer, his dad was a farmer, as far back in our family history as we can go there are farmers. I feel better when I have something edible growing in my garden. Even when I don't really have a garden. We have about a third of an acre of dirt and weeds and some big trees. Oh, and some piles of dirt, and an old chicken coop. I planted this little wheelbarrow with lettuce and spinach. It looks kind of ratty now but we got a few salads from it. The "weeds" that are growing in the background came from the bird feeder just above them. We've left them there because the 25 or so quail that visit feel safer if they have cover. They scratch around in the dirt like chickens and are so entertaining. We love to watch those quail. I should try to get a picture. I also planted 2 large flower pots with tomatos and the other little container with cucumbers.

It's not very pretty but we've sure enjoyed this little garden.