For someone whose ancestors were farmers, and who grew up working a garden larger than most suburban house plots, I have a surprisingly brown thumb. I find it nearly impossible to keep anything alive, inside or out. Outside, this is only about 80% my fault - the stray cats sleep in my flower boxes, and squirrels tear everything up hunting for or burying treasure.
But this year, everything will be different (if Husband were here, I know he'd be laughing at me); this year, we are planting a yard - at this time, we have only a few weeds and a lot of mud. There is one small area, just outside the kitchen, where the sun hits almost all day in the summertime. This will be my new kitchen garden, I hope. I will keep you updated for better or worse. My guess is that if I can manage to grow anything, the squirrels or raccoons will promptly eat it, but we'll never know unless we try. To read about someone who will actually be able to grow something, visit FarmGirl's Garden Blog. Here is the future site:
