Gardening
Last year I nearly killed myself working in the consarned garden, for very little relative yield. While I most certainly enjoyed the process and journey, there wasn't much more than a few Italian green beans and lots of collards on which to ruminate in the end. This year, I'm doing it a little differently by not knocking myself out.
I didn't deliberately decide this; my husband and his friend decided to take the matter of my garden into their hands by tilling it before I was ready. They turned the grass and weeds under, and I knew that this did not bode well. That decided for me that I wouldn't put much effort in this year because the weeds and grass will likely be prohibitive. I just nonchalantly put in the broccoli, cauliflower, spinach and romaine the same friend who had played tiller provided, and both English and white acre peas. I poked some pretty wrought iron fence staves into the ground for the peas to climb and called it a day. Last weekend, I augmented the garden with about a dozen tomato plants; ten or so grown from heirloom seed from the tiller, and two store-bought Romas.
We'll see what happens. So far, the peas have sprouted beautifully and the little sproutlings are just a-thriving. There are copious amounts of grass and weed erupting, but I kind of feel like getting down in there and yanking them out. I may even mulch a little. I'm starting to imagine lovely tendrils climbing up the wrought iron staves and it tickles me.
I feel so much better this year than last. Maybe it wouldn't kill me to do a bit more work out there.
I didn't deliberately decide this; my husband and his friend decided to take the matter of my garden into their hands by tilling it before I was ready. They turned the grass and weeds under, and I knew that this did not bode well. That decided for me that I wouldn't put much effort in this year because the weeds and grass will likely be prohibitive. I just nonchalantly put in the broccoli, cauliflower, spinach and romaine the same friend who had played tiller provided, and both English and white acre peas. I poked some pretty wrought iron fence staves into the ground for the peas to climb and called it a day. Last weekend, I augmented the garden with about a dozen tomato plants; ten or so grown from heirloom seed from the tiller, and two store-bought Romas.
We'll see what happens. So far, the peas have sprouted beautifully and the little sproutlings are just a-thriving. There are copious amounts of grass and weed erupting, but I kind of feel like getting down in there and yanking them out. I may even mulch a little. I'm starting to imagine lovely tendrils climbing up the wrought iron staves and it tickles me.
I feel so much better this year than last. Maybe it wouldn't kill me to do a bit more work out there.