Ahhh...a sense of accomplishment. I just got done planting a bunch of seeds for my veggie garden. Might not sound like much, but all things considered...

First off, I used some planters that my next-door neighbor was throwing out last year. He'd cleaned his garage in honor of his brand-new car. The old car hadn't warranted garage space, so it had gathered a ton os stuff. There was also a bunch of potting soil that I'd bought last year and that, due to now-dead tomato, corn, and long-forgotten other veggies, I had recycled into an old bin.

Now for the fun part...I now have a 56 pots filled with soil and veggie sees: tomatoes (yup, I'll give 'em a try again), peas (I didn't realize one package of peas could go that far) and four--count 'em, four--different kinds of squash. And still with seeds left over.

I figure the pots save the aggrevation of digging up the back yard. Good reason for doing it this way: No digging. No planting in very sandy soil. No dealing with the underground power/phone/cable lines zig-zagging through the yard. And no worrying about whether or not the landlord will renew our lease. (Quite probable, since we've been here for years.) However, there is the slight possibility that they might take umbrage at me trying to take on City Hall about the woods-vs-building problem. (See yesterday's post.)

But in the meantime, I feel like I've accomplished something. Even if the veggies don't make it (a la last year), at least I'm trying to grow them. And finding it very relaxing...