Raised Beds for daaaaays.

I've redrawn the garden three or four times now.  Each time closer and closer to accurate proportions. Yet, I still have no idea what the actual dimensions of the yard are. I suppose a lot of patience and a very long tape measure wouldn't go amiss. Make a plan, make a plan, blah blah blah... This whole adventure started with a bout of cabin fever during a series of late winter blizzards. There is only so much guesswork that can be done by staring through icy windows. It's not as if I was going to head out in my snowsuit in the name of precision. This is all by way of saying that the section of yard set aside for the raised beds is quite a bit larger than originally estimated.  The entire yard, as it turns out, is quite a bit larger than originally estimated.  "Great!", one might say, "more yard!"  Ha! More vegetables I say!

The Patch has always been about the vegetables. There are many many other things that have crept to the surface as we've started to take a good hard look at where we are starting, but under it all, it's all been in the service of the vegetables.  The seeds are starting to sprout in earnest. Each day a sprout unfurls and I start once again obsessing about the raised beds. I have nightmares about bunnies. I wonder what the skunks will want to eat. Last fall I saw a rat in my bird feeder, so I assume the entire garden is doomed. This is what keeps a Pribble up at night.

Here is a sneak peak at the first prototype. Friends, they are going to be beautiful.