The view when I arrived at the veggie patch this morning
What a mess! The first order of business was to water the poor, wilted plants. Dad hadn't gotten my message, so everything was bone dry. Then I started fretting because I was worried that by the time I got everything watered and waited until the garden dried enough for it to be "safe" to go in to weed, the day would be mostly gone and so would my energy. So I decided to be a risk-taker and weed while I was watering. It was wonderful! The unique smell of water that has gone through the hose brought back memories of running through the sprinkler as a child. The sound of droplets of water hitting leaves was soothing. The cool water kept me from getting overly warm. The squish of the mud between my toes was gross in a really fun way. The only down side was that all my sunscreen washed off rather quickly and I am red as a beet. I know that no "garden expert" would ever condone weeding while the sprinkler is going, but as long as all my veggies don't die from the shock I just might do it again. I actually got a lot done.
I still have a lot to do, but I made it almost to the half-way point. I figure I can probably finish tomorrow just in time to start my long work week. Big Sprout is going to visit her paternal grandparents , so Wednesday will be busy taking her to the meeting point. Then the rest of the week will be sleepy time for me. I doubt anything else will get done in the veggie patch 'till Saturday. Then I will get cracking with a few more projects (or weed again, it will probably need it!).