I was country when collards weren’t cool

For the past six years we have planted a tiny garden in our backyard. It is lots of fun for the kids (i.e., ME). We plant squash, eggplant, cucumbers, basil, rosemary, dill, jalapeños, tomatoes and bell peppers in the spring, and collards, kale and green onions in the fall. All we need are some chickens.


Speaking of chickens, isn’t funny how everything “southern” is cool now? What was once redneck is now refined. All the hipsters are flooding the farmer’s markets and have coops on the stoops of their walk-ups. Fancy restaurants are serving grits, y’all. And it is socially acceptable to say y’all, y’all. And all the fake southern accents… I do declare. What’s next… Mud bogs, moonshine and marrying your cousin?

It’s a strange world in which we live.

When I was growing up, my daddy would plant close to two acres every spring and fall. That is like 26,798 raised beds. I hated picking peas and butterbeans. The only thing that was worse was shelling them. I remember the day my daddy brought home the electric pea sheller and set it up on our screen porch (and I don’t remember much). All this to say, I AM NOT A POSER.

Who would have ever thought someone would use the word poser and pea sheller in the same paragraph? Lawd.

Anyway, we planted the garden and it has done remarkably well despite our absence this summer. (The key is Black Kow, lime and fertilizer. I used organic fertilizer because I’m practically a hippie.) (Oh, and planting tomato plants the size of small trees.)


It was way more fun to play with the stuff we pulled up than to help.

It was way more fun to play with the stuff we pulled up than to help.

Taking a break to enjoy the redneck pool party...

Taking a break to enjoy the redneck pool party…

Actually, the plants have done too well and are crowding each other out. I really need a couple of more beds. Or 40 acres and a tractor.






I love cherry tomatoes and thankfully there are plenty to make my favorite salad and snack. I also added some to my avocado toast and it was delish. Can’t wait for the big tomatoes to get ripe for BLTs and tomato tarts.



Have a wonderful weekend. Y’ALL.

Tagged as: , ,


  1. I’m trying desperately to hone my green thumb, but I’m way behind you. I need to text you a photo of my tomato plants so you can diagnose them with what’s going wrong (the bottom parts are getting puny and slightly brown). So jealous of your CROP … because that’s what it is … nicely done!

  2. I can’t wait for our tomatoes to be ready! New York is behind you southerners in the growing department 😉

  3. I can’t wait to have a garden! My husband wanted to downsize when we moved, but I would not have it because I wanted to have a garden and a yard. It will be next year before it happens, but I will need some advice! Thanks for sharing.

  4. I LOVE your blog! you’re seriously hilarious and your stories about your kids have made me actually entertain the idea having some in the future. this is BIG considering previously I’ve sworn the only way I would have children is when amazon.com offers some I can acquire sans hours of pain and labor and with two day free shipping.

    would love more or the same! you’re seriously fab!