Or rather, type it for all the world to see, because everyone knows that's a surefire way of cursing oneself, but what the hell. I'm gonna say it anyway: The garden looks really good.
I can't tell you what a relief it is to not have the weedy hellhole of last year. It's been a joint effort this year. The MiL is taking care of the top section of the garden planted to leeks, onions, parsnips, and kohlrabi. A. has been diligent about tilling when I request it and keeping the rabbit trap by the fence set to catch the numerous rabbits that try to infiltrate from the adjoining gully (and one very unlucky skunk that got caught in the trap, but we won't talk about that). And I've been weeding and mulching and weeding and mulching more than I ever have in the past.
Good thing too, because the clumps of pigweed seedlings that keep reappearing are TERRIFYING in their numbers.
Even the garden tasks that I kind of hate--like hilling potatoes--are made significantly less awful for the simple reason that I can actually DO THEM this year, rather than standing there on my pregnancy-swollen ankles, watching helplessly as everything goes entirely to shit.
Everything has finally been planted. We've had enough rain that it's all growing, too. I've done the first potato hilling. The corn has just started appearing; not all the peas have been decimated by the rabbits; none of my transplanted tomato seedlings died (yet).
Happiness is a well-ordered vegetable garden. Well, MY happiness is, anyway, and so far this year? I'm very, very happy.
Congratulations! Here in MN we have had way too much rain for anything to grow. And, the hail the other day didn't help much. Mary in MN
ReplyDeleteSo happy. Guess that means no garden chores during our stay, at least any that really matter. Oh well, guess I'll just have to give all my attention to bonding with Cubby and Charlie. Ah, the sacrifices of grandparenthood.
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