Farm Tour (Our Back Yard) with a Few Flowers

There really is farming in my blood and an ancestral farm, and we have dabbled in gardens before, but this year, my husband really ripped into it and made a little farm in our city back yard.  It's so heartening to see little green shoots rising from the dirt - we cannot fix some of the things in our life right now, but by gum, we can grow some beautiful things.

Here's a little garden tour, garnered from photos over the last two months.

There were canning jar cloches to protect the bean seedlings. 

There was free topsoil, thanks to a borrowed pick up and Mennonite connections.

Children, dirt, and work go together so well.  I sometimes wish we were raising our children on a farm.

Red raspberry starts from another urban garden (and my husband picked up some black raspberry starts from the free table at church last week).

The excitement over the first tiny beans growing. . .

I love my husband for this: morning glories in coffee cans. . .

to climb up the fire escape. Love it!

And then I put some pots out front to decorate the porch - the only thing in that pot I have grown before is creeping Jenny, so I'm curious to see how they look in a month or two. I'll take more pictures, yes.