It has gone from a waist high weed patch to lamb pen to sawdust pile but it is now starting to resemble a veggie garden. I may have jumped the gun slightly in planning it out. Most plants are in but the fences aren’t up, we have some very happy corn fed chickens and a very grumpy me. 

  
  
Have I made it too big, probably, will I regret all the weeding, highly likely, am I riding on my enthusiasm wave from the Italian garden, totally. 

 This little champ has been a great help in his own way, he is very good at making sure I haven’t planted anything too deep (aka pulling plants back out). But on magical Spring days like today even he tolerated wearing a daisy chain for 5 seconds.