Welcome to our Michelle Obama Freedom Garden. After seeing the First Lady planting a garden on the First Lawn, Oceandoggy hastened to the Home Depot, not wanting to be caught at the wrong end of the food chain.
We got us some vegetables percolating. And hoo-boy, farming is thirsty work.
Beauty.
A week later and there’s a flushness that brings a throbbing to Oceandoggy’s heart.
But there’s also some confusion with maybe which plants are which, caused by either the thirsty work that is farming, or Miss Carol moving the little flag thingies around when Oceandoggy wasn’t looking. Like that’s funny.
But we think we have it figured out and can’t wait to transplant our life sustaining garden and have it nourish us forever.
So WTF?
This is the pathetic-ness we came home to today. Miss Carol keeps saying that things are fine, that soon we’ll have tons of veggies ripe from our Michelle Obama Freedom Garden but I’m guessing that we’ll get the same old insect ridden tomato we always get.
Shit.
oceandoggy.com 
That could be my garden. I have a brown thumb.