He's taken, ladies.

I must have the most thoughtful, kind husband that ever has been.  I am so blessed.

Bob's been hearing me talk about how I wanted a garden, a little backyard city garden to grow a small amount of yummy things to enjoy.  But planting season was quickly approaching, and I was unable to fit planning a garden into my schedule.  Besides, if we did it, we wanted to pull up a row of scraggly, overgrown bushes, and put the beds there.  But I wasn't going to have time and I was leaving town for two weeks.  I had resigned myself to the fact it just wasn't going to happen this year.

Before:

Imagine my surprise when I came home from my two week trip and Bob said he had "a little something" for me.  It was at night, and he made me sit in the car for a minute.  He went to the backyard to do something, then came back to get me.  There, in full spotlight and lined with string lights was a garden!  My garden!  With the ugly bushes gone, the arbor from our wedding up, and three boxes full of black dirt, two with a happy row of striped tulips welcoming me home.  I even had my own personalized watering can.  And he kept it a secret the whole time; I never had a clue.

We've still got a little work to do: plant grass where the bushes were, tear a few more bushes out, find some way to keep our furry rabbit friends away, put a bench under the arbor, etc.  But now I can plant!  I started my first seedlings in the house today, and I might plant a few cooler weather things outside tomorrow.  I don't guarantee anything will grow, because I don't have any clue what I'm doing.  But I've given myself a crash course on the plants I want to grow, so we'll see what happens!  But it wouldn't have been possible without my sweetheart.