The Harvest

Gardening is an art. Normally, to be so accomplished, you must have a garden. But for us Newman's this is simply not so. All we needed was some soil, seeds, boxes, and a little T.L.C. So long ago, I made a post about Nate's urges to have a garden. Those planter boxes we invested so much time and love in paid off!! Well...in a way. My beautiful flowers took a turn for the worst week two that they were planted. My younger brother Dylan and his lady friend knocked the poor thing over. Then, in angst to cover their tracks, they poured the rest of the seeds in the soil and replanted over the top of the first seeds. Obviously this was a horrible mistake, because all my little flowers choked each other to death. All but one... 

This single dried up gem could not be taken so easily. It persevered through thick and thin. Even when I did not love it like I should have. We prevailed. We did everything to kill this little flower, and alas, with so little effort, we are STILL too good of gardeners for this to be so. I walk past this every day, and it makes me smile :)

The peppers we were so hopeful to harvest turned out better than planned! Only a third of the plants survived, but still. Coming from a seed, that was pretty impressive I thought! Nate was VERY pleased. here are the little sweethearts.

Look at the size of that guy in Nate's left hand!! Prize winning pep!

I had to take a similar photo with our award winning masterpiece.

Woohoo!! We will never go hungry!!

The four survivors that made it til the harvest. So impressive.

Here's the papa, pleased with his accomplishments and glad he can bring home the bacon!