Nope. You’re not lost. This blog is actually sharing a post about gardening. Is this the Twilight Zone? I think it might be.
I’ve shared my continuous plight before- the curse of the black thumb. (That sounds like a movie Johnny Depp could star in. Oh, wait…)
But y’all. Good has finally prevailed in our backyard!
Robert and I had to call in the experts on this one because, in case I haven’t mentioned it before, my dad is a master vegetable gardener. For as long as I can remember, he has always had a thriving vegetable garden every summer.
Even when I was a baby, my mom could go out in our yard and pick fresh veggies to puree into baby food. And we were able to do the same thing for Olivia when she was a wee one.
I’ve wanted to be able to grow those yummy Southern tomatoes for summer-long BLTs ever since we moved in.
So despite my tendency to kill every plant I’ve ever owned, my dad has spilled all of his tricks and secrets to me so that even those among the most “black thumbest” (that’s totally a word) can grow a gorgeous summer garden.