With the law, that is.
Remember this? It’s cool, it’s fantastic, it’s helpful and what not. My city disagrees. Despite their claims of supporting rain water retention it turns out (though not specifically stated on the website page) that they only support up to 65 gallon barrels and only when they’re ‘blended in with the residential environment’ or some such bureaucratic mish mash. So despite my pristine looking set up, it’s going to have to be moved to a completely out of sight place…back yard, specifically. It wouldn’t be SUCH a big deal but the reason we chose that particular spot was because it was elevated above the garden and would provide better pressure. Also, my dad worked really hard on this and it kills me that he’ll have to do more. He’s a good sport. Unlike me…who’s basically feeling like this.
Yes, I understand my GIANT belly is consuming half the photo. I see this view a lot. He’s kind of a needy guy.
Outside of the stupid rain water thing (fyi, my 275 GALLON tank is filled that high from just eight tenths of an inch of rain) my garden is doing pretty good.
Then there’s this lonely beet (that’s being strangled by spaghetti squash).
The sad thing about this beet is that it’s one of THREE that survived the squirrel invasion of 2014. It looks so good and so pretty and yummy but it will be a reminder of a lesson I learned in my new garden space…squirrels are the enemy.
Fresnooooo. I harvested my two gorgeous red deliciousnessessssss and now, thank goodness, lots of new blooms have been producing baby peppers. And my jalapenos are rockin’ too.
I have areas that look sad, like any garden does. But I choose to learn lessons from them instead of be depressed about them.
Because gardening is about learning and I have so much to learn.
Then there’s this baby caterpillar consuming my dill. I’m letting this one get consumed for the sake of nature…you know, birds eat some pillars, other pillars turn into butterflies and butterflies are pollinators so I ain’t hatin’. But my other big dill plant I’m cherishing and won’t let those buggers get it.
All the miracles of growing going on. In my belly, in my garden…lots of good stuff.
So, apparently I’m some sort of menace in the neighborhood (guy across the street, I know it’s you calling this crap in) since this is my second time getting written up for something. I hope there’s no strike three rule around here. I’ve only been here a year for crying out loud. I can’t help if I’m a rebel. I guess my next project should be taking some proactive initiative to the city about changing some of their snotty rules. For now though, I’ll try to comply, have a baby and deal with politics another day.