How does your garden grow?

I always like to have a garden.  There is nothing like picking fresh vegetables from your own laboring.  Fresh garden vegetables taste so good.  There's nothing like them.  My husband created the ultimate garden spot this year.  Encased in cement it was an old defunct large animal scale.  He pulled everything out of it, filled it with awesome dirt, chicken manure and steer poop and fenced it.  Number one son and awesome daughter-in-law and I planted and put in the water system over Mother's Day weekend.  With our unexpected June heat, it is busting at the seams.

Summer evenings are made for hanging out in the garden.  Except for our little garden doesn't have many weeds and the watering takes care of itself.  So hanging out in the garden is a brief event. 

Tonight my husband wanted to go for a "little drive up the creek".  Maybe it's a redneck activity, not sure.  I was doing one more project and then headed for the pickup.  Hubby was calling the dogs to the back of the truck.  The bed of the pickup is filled with soil conditioner, black hose from his dad, a shovel and rake I never put away, and a bucket.  As the young dog jumps in the back of the pickup, Hubby bends over to lift the old blue heeler and as he does he says "don't tell me we don't look like we are pot growers".

Okay, so we do look a bit suspicious but we're definitely not.  But we did get a good belly laugh out of it.