Phase 3: photos photos photos

Oh no!

All these precious vegetables are exposed to the backyard predators of Brooklyn!
What will we do?

Take that, rodents.
No more seeds for you, bird colony.
Poop elsewhere, mystery beast. Is that you Quetzalcoatl?
(Cage constructed of 1"x2" framing wood, enclosed with 1/2" 19ga. "chicken" wire. Measures 3'Wx4'Lx3'H. Yea, its a little too high for what it needed to be, but once the plants fill out i think it won't look as awkward.)

It's safe to come out now, precious sprouts.
('B' is for basil.)

We planted three hosta plants behind the six ground cover plants from the week prior, which seem to be growing. The potted "survivor" from the first week marks where the frist paver of our path will go. That gap between cover and hosta will be filled next week with a tall, object plant to be determined. You might be able to make out on the left, by the fence, the stem line I marked where...

...what I believe to be the sunflower seeds we planted are growing.
Only one week?
Mutant soil!

Or maybe just soil littered with buried garbage. These two and a half tall kitchen garbage bags represent the shit we had to dig out of the ground just to plant those three hosta plants. Plywood? Sure. Glass bottles? Why not. Lets throw in a wool sweater for good measure. After the sandal was unearthed, Winnie questioned whether we should continue to find the rest of the body. In any event, we demand LEED points for this garden venture. Platinum ones.

Chaulk art. Eh? Matches the flower color scheme?
Verdict: Pending

Next up: Sunny side tilling and way too many varieties of sunflowers to plant.