Where Does Your Garden Grow

One thing that I really looked forward to when it came to living in Montana was the ability to garden.  I have no idea why--I have never been particularly outdoorsey, at least by Montana standards.  But I was VERY excited about planting flowers and veggies and anything else I could come across to stick in the dirt. 

And it has been as great as I had thought.  I have spent many hours (and more money than the $2 I have) in Home Depot and area plant places.  The baby and I have picked up plants and dirt and tools.  We have loved every minute of it.  He even has his own plastic shovel that he totes around the backyard (on the sidewalk, of course), that he uses to poke at the weird foreign grass stuff.  My dad even just missed getting a picture of the kid where he had pulled up an empty plant container and used it as a seat while he pulled weeds in a flower bed.  He's a natural.  We even have a full veggie garden, where corn, strawberries, tomatoes, onions, and other stuff I can't remember right now will one day pop up suddenly.  It's awesome.

So what's the issue?  The "one day" part.  We have planted everywhere our budgets and the dirt will allow.  The backyard and front walk are gorgeous and awaiting their bountiful harvests.  So now what?  We seriously stand in the backyard and stare.  What the heck happens now?  You mean you have to WAIT for the vegetables?  What the heck?  Peapod will bring them 24/7 (unless you also have booze in the order, then no Sundays).  Where are the fruits of our labor?  And more importantly, what the heck do we do now?

I guess I need to learn to pace myself.  Doing all fun activities at once leaves no activities for future days.  Huh.  Good to know.  Guess I'll go watch the grass grow....