Today was my first real day in the garden. There is so much to do, my mind is boggled, but I am so happy to be working in the dirt again! Working the soil was harder than I would have preferred, as I tried to chop my finger off opening a can of tomatoes late last week. I couldn't stand to keep my gloves on, but keeping the sore finger out of the dirt was troublesome, as well.
I weeded and turned over two of the veggie beds early this afternoon, with Little Sprout "helping". Her idea of helping is finding all the worms she can, and playing with them while mommy does all the real work. It's a nice setup, I guess, if you are the one who gets to play.
I am finding that I am impatient with Little Sprout "helping" when I am in the garden. I want her to leave me alone, and let me play. Too often she interrupts me with silliness, or gets in my way while I am working. I want to be left in peace while I work in the garden, and I can't understand why she can't find something else to do. It isn't as if she doesn't have enough toys. I know all she really wants is attention, but she gets my attention all. the. time. Ugh. Ah, well. Some day I'm sure I will be posting about how she won't "help" me anymore, and how I miss it.
We are talking about putting in four more 4x8 boxes this year, and I am determined to do vine crops on trellises.
Y'know? It's kinda funny. I am finding my passion again, now that I have had my hands in the dirt. It's amazing, isn't it?
~and that's all I have to say about that....~