One of the reasons we moved to the country was to have room for a lovely, big veggie garden, and over the past few days (with the help of my parents), I've dug a huge patch all ready for veggies, herbs and edible flowers. I've been online looking for gorgeous heirloom seed varieties and I've pretty much been talking non-stop about the garden. I was even in the garden today when it was bloody well SNOWING.
The patch is pretty big. I got a bit carried away... so it's definitely a two-person job to sow and maintain.
I love Jules all the way through to my bones. I really do. But there are some things I wish I'd known about him before we packed up our whole lives and moved down here.
Like, I wish I'd known earlier that he doesn't like dirt. Doesn't like touching it, doesn't like that I touch it, doesn't like the fact that the vegetables he eats once touched it. That's right; the man can't stand DIRT.