Gardening 101, for me at least

This spring I was determined to get my gardening on. However, I know myself well, and I thought it might be a more prudent idea to start out planting things that I use a lot, namely herbs, in pots instead of raised beds. I figured it would be a much easier way to keep up with it, rather than be married to raised beds that required weeding, watering, and t.l.c (did you know that the initials of name spell out tlc?)

Another reason I opted for potted gardening was because of the canine that occupies my backyard and sneakily sleeps on my couch, then slithers off if she hears us walking down the hallway at night, eats, drinks 9 gallons of water a day, barks incessantly at all 3 squirrels that runs along our back fence. She's ornery and can be stubborn. Her name is Sasha. Heard of her?

I was afraid she would lay in the beds and/or dig them up.

So far, the potted gardening thing has been a great idea. I planted, as I said, fresh herbs. Ones that I use regularly in my cooking: parsley, thyme, basil, rosemary.

Here's the thyme. It smells so heavenly! And it is growing like crazy - of course they all are.

uh-oh! Look who decided to help? Little miss Sunday is usually just a few steps behind me. It's funny to me that when I inspect my herbs, make sure they are doing ok, pull any dead leaves off of the stems, etc. she usually inspects with me...

See, I was looking at my parsley and pulled herself right up and began to sniff it and bat the leaves. She's a nut!

Here is the canine I was referring to earlier. I love her. But, she is naughty.

I feel fortunate that the two species have become such fond friends. At first, they literally fought like, well, cats and dogs. I think Sunday was more intimidated by Sasha's size. And Sasha, I'm sure, felt threatened. But, now they have come to an understanding.

I try to show an equal amount of attention and affection between the both of them, but I cannot help myself when I look at Sunday's petite frame and beautiful face. I melt like a chocolate bar trapped in a car in South Texas. Her little ways are so darn cute!

And, I said before, she is almost always just a few feet behind me.

It's amazing to me how one little feline has turned our lives upside down, over and out.