Nay, we are but men. Rock!

As I have mentioned in a previous response to one of my fellow bloggers I am a novice gardener.  This is the first year I have had a garden of my own for many reasons.  This is the first time I have had a yard big enough to have a garden and I have always been around someone who had a garden so I would just help with theirs.  I am growing, with good success so far, jalapeno and green peppers, roma and sweetie cherry tomatoes, sugar snap peas, red and yellow onions, cucumbers, lettuce, zucchini, carrots, raspberries, marionberries, blueberries, strawberries, basil, cilantro, mint, chives, and parsley.  I have been growing most of these plants in my house for some weeks now and have started moving them into the outside garden.  Up until this time all of my gardening has been pretty theoretical in nature.  Almost like I have been playing acting the farmer.  Now that I have put plants into soil I have broken myself makes everything a little more real somehow.  

However there is a little flaw to my plan.  I have found myself becoming more and more obsessed with gardening and gardening techniques.  I have added four or five different plants to my garden/herb/berry garden since the first till and this does nothing but divide my attentions more and more.  I feel kind of like I am playing a progressive game of Whack-a-Mole where the longer the game last the more moles are thrown into the mix.  On one hand you want more moles because they deserved to be whacked and who better to whack them but you but one the other hand the more moles that are added the more places you have to give your attention.  Right now I feel like I still have a handle on the number of moles that are in my game but if many more get thrown at me I may just keel over.

Anyway the reason I titled this post the way I did was because I made pizza tonight for my family’s pizza and a movie night, Lion King in case you were wondering, and I was able to harvest some fresh basil to put on one of the pies.  There is nothing like fresh basil, especially when all you have to do is to walk out your back door and yank some off a bush.