But slowly, surely I have made progress. This week I planted hundreds of things. Not hundreds of different things but hundreds of the same things. Potatoes. Onions. Tomatoes. Yellow squash. Acorn squash. Dill. Cilantro. Watermelons. Cantaloupe. Peppers (sweet and hot but NOT next to one another like I did last year!) I scattered the cosmos and zinnia seeds in the cutting garden. And I spent so much time weeding the walkways that I almost regret loving walkways so much.
I'll be laying down cardboard and putting a new layer of hay on the walkways as I am able but right now it is a race to just get things in the dirt. That has to take priority. I am hoping to have the whole garden planted by early next week but this coming weeks' schedule looks as hectic as last weeks' schedule with appointments and evaluations and paperwork and wedding photos and a million different things. So, I hope.
|Two weeks ago- when the weeds were babies|
|Tonight before supper- the green patch to the right are parsnips- NOT weeds!|
I wish the before and after pictures seemed more profound than they do--- I mean, golly, I spent at least five hours out in that garden every day this week! It should have neon flashing signs and a swirling disco ball or something. There should be a party in there. I'd go (if I weren't so tired.)
And while I have been making progress with the vegetables...my strawberry patch is beyond neglect.
Poor, sad, sorry looking thing. Yet, among those terrible half-blown dandelion orbs, there are baby strawberries fighting the good fight. Keep fighting, little berries!
I need another two or three me's right about now to get all the things that need to be done actually done.