"nesting"....does this count?

i remember every once in awhile, as a pre-teen, instead of waking up saturday mornings to my dad's voice yelling at me to help carry in the costo groceries, looking out the back window to find what looked to me like a zillion plants of every variety sitting on the back porch. this meant i'd be spending the day in the backyard with the parents and the dog, and while i think i remember pretending to hate it, i secretly liked it......especially the watering part. anyways, greg and i are living in an apartment whilst we wait patiently for the market to totally tank so we can buy a house. but we have a back patio we never use, so i decided to plant today. here's the outcome:


yeah, there're two tomato plants and some strawberries. please pay no attention to both the puddle of brown manure residue center-screen and to the fact that i didn't bother to open the screen door to take the picture. bah. it's a start at least.