A month ago I started re-arranging the house. Then a few weeks ago I frantically worked to finish the Keepsake Quilting Challenge. I neglected my garden. I went out every other day and picked stuff, but I did absolutely no weeding. And then of course, it rained. And rained again. And the weeds grew. They grew so much that Bobby had Tommy take the lawn mower and mow a path near the pepper plants. He started to mow around the other edge but ran into a watermelon and decided he better stop.
Since everything but the watermelon, okra, and one cucumber vine have died or are dying anyway, I decided it was time to start ripping up, taking down, and maybe possibly put in something else. (and perhaps give the okra some much needed room to grow). So the brave and daring headed out about 10am this morning to tackle the monstrosity I call a garden. I picked all the peppers worth having and pulled the plants and tossed them. I unstrung the tomato stalks from the stakes, and pulled both plant and stakes out. I even weeded around the okra and two cucumber vines. And then we came inside for a much needed break. I felt like I had walked five miles! I'm not sure, but I think the farm boy supervising may think I'm a wimpy farmer to work only an hour and be overheated.
I'm sure the next thing you expect to read is that after cooling off I went back outside and cleaned up my mess and mowed everything but the okra and vines down and tilled the soil so some lettuce and collards can be planted. But that's not what happened.
I might clean up my mess today, but most likely I will leave it for Wednesday. And the lawnmower has a broken tire (like the wheelbarrow) that I'll need help replacing, and my tiller is out partying and has not returned home yet.
So I'm playing in the kitchen and in my studio which is slowly starting to look a little bit organized and maybe I'll remember to take pictures of my garden on Wednesday when I am done, as well as my work room if I ever finish it.
After all, how much labor can you do on a Labor Day holiday?
Since everything but the watermelon, okra, and one cucumber vine have died or are dying anyway, I decided it was time to start ripping up, taking down, and maybe possibly put in something else. (and perhaps give the okra some much needed room to grow). So the brave and daring headed out about 10am this morning to tackle the monstrosity I call a garden. I picked all the peppers worth having and pulled the plants and tossed them. I unstrung the tomato stalks from the stakes, and pulled both plant and stakes out. I even weeded around the okra and two cucumber vines. And then we came inside for a much needed break. I felt like I had walked five miles! I'm not sure, but I think the farm boy supervising may think I'm a wimpy farmer to work only an hour and be overheated.
I'm sure the next thing you expect to read is that after cooling off I went back outside and cleaned up my mess and mowed everything but the okra and vines down and tilled the soil so some lettuce and collards can be planted. But that's not what happened.
I might clean up my mess today, but most likely I will leave it for Wednesday. And the lawnmower has a broken tire (like the wheelbarrow) that I'll need help replacing, and my tiller is out partying and has not returned home yet.
So I'm playing in the kitchen and in my studio which is slowly starting to look a little bit organized and maybe I'll remember to take pictures of my garden on Wednesday when I am done, as well as my work room if I ever finish it.
After all, how much labor can you do on a Labor Day holiday?
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