I've been wanting to build a square-foot-garden on the grassy patch next to my door ever since my husband and I met our landlord. As he showed us the apartment, and the shared yard, he asked me if I liked to garden. We had also looked at a similar apartment across the street earlier that day. They were almost exactly the same in amenities and price (both buildings were built by my landlord's father some time ago, but the ones on the other side of the street belong to someone else now). The one up the street had something this one didn't: no-coin dedicated laundry for each apartment. That's a huge deal for renters. But the apartment we decided to rent had something else that meant more to me: the possibility for gardening. As soon as our landlord uttered those words, my husband looked at me and said "so we're going to move here, right?" He knew I was sold.
A year passed. I was busy. I knew exactly what I wanted to build, but the project kept getting pushed to the back burner. I had dreams of walking mere feet around the corner to fresh produce.
Little did I know that while I was away visiting family in Virginia, my husband and his parents got to work building two 4x2 raised beds. Imagine my surprise as I walked from the car to the apartment after flying 3,000 miles on 4 hours of sleep and found these two raised beds. Did someone else steal my idea and spot? Surely these weren't for me.
One bed even had plants in it! This couldn't be mine. No way.
But my husband assured me that yes, these were mine. He quickly told me the story of how he secretly planned this for while I was away. I was dumbstruck.
The second bed was left empty so that I could choose what to plant. I'm not sure if I will transplant some of my potted plants into it, or start some new seeds. It's very late in the season, but why not?
They also left a large watering can, gardening gloves, a copy of the square-foot gardening book and more potting soil.