Before our miserable garden died a slow, agonizing death. I wish I knew what happened this year, but from the second we transplanted everything into the raised beds, it all went downhill. No squash, no peppers, no cucumbers…nothing. We are traumatized, and my husband is even talking about ripping apart the raised beds and abandoning gardening forever. My green thumb of death has struck again…and after two weeks of no rain, it’s looking like another craptastic summer around here for our landscaping as well.
It’s margarita time, I guess.