I admit that there’s nothing I think is sexier than when my husband fixes stuff.  Or builds stuff.  So, this whole little adventure in the garden is a time of really bringing the house together, if you know what I mean.  It’s the one area where I have no problem falling into tired and worn caveman gender stereotypes.  In fact, I THRIVE in this particular stereotype and would love to see it perpetuated in my relationship for all eternity.  To balance the karma I kill bugs.  

Here’s a quick look at the construction process for the garden boxes. Two tons of dirt get delivered today, and then it is all up to me to fulfill my end of the bargain. Should be a snap, right? I mean, if the man can build the woman can grow. All of those innate caregiving impulses should kick right in and come August we will be celebrating the bounty of our harvest.  Riight.  Good thing we have our farm share to fall back on.

Either way, doesn’t really matter I suppose.  At least I got to watch Kelly build stuff.  Mmmm…………