Better late than never.

Our garden was neglected, embarrassing, impassable, tangled... You get the idea. Waist high weeds and a broken down trellis made it seem like planting a vegetable garden (while watching a wild one year old) was impossible this year.

But I love fresh okra. So I got the shovel and began hacking at the thick grass and overgrown mess. I swung the shovel through masses of tangled sweet pea weeds like it was a giant machete. Once I got the weeds tamed down to ankle height, an angel of a neighbor with a tiller came to the rescue.

Like magic there was soil! Ready to be planted, and begging to be cared for before disarray once more took its place. This morning the children stepped onto the dirt (where they previously couldn't enter an inch for the labrynth of weeds), and they planted an okra house (three connected circles of okra). Sweet potatoes, pumpkin, zucchini, tomatoes, cucumber, and eggplant took the empty corners. Oh joyous day! Vegetables, dirt, sunshine, hope of a harvest... This to me is good. Now to fend off the invasion of weeds waiting to spring back to life! According the the label we will be eating our okra in 56 days. Yum.