Honestly, I’ve been working in the garden more days than not. I spends hours weeding, working the soil, watering, planting… It’s good. It feels like good work that I’m doing. I know I’m making progress, doing things i wouldn’t do otherwise- of course it doesn’t seem to be enough… never… but anywho.
Yesterday I planted 6 more squash with season starters. I have a couple more plants I’ll try to put along the driveway
Definitely easier to fill those around a bucket.
Today I did a ton of weeding- the upper slope and main slope. P prepped a couple of beds for tomatoes.
The tiny gray cat pooped in my pea box, so that’s annoying. I put some baskets in the planter to make it less appealing.
I’m feeling the usual antsiness to get things in the ground- coupled with a little extra “should I plant everything because it may be hard to get fresh foods?” P is being his usual supportive self and saying “sure!” to everything, but I know he’s a little anti (growing) potatoes and quinoa (“too much work for the payoff”)
I am very glad that i am already gardening- most of the seed companies arent filling orders anymore, and it’s tricky to buy plants. This is a weird world we are living in.
I am very happy to have the garden to pour all my energy into.