Yesterday I did something in a garden I have never done before.
Because my weed problem was so extreme, I had to mow them before I could rototill them.
Had I not taken care of the situation, my gardener's license could have been in danger of a review by the garden police.
Now I have nothing to fear.
For my garden is virtually weed free.
I had to reposition one of my sprinklers because the corn was getting so tall that it was blocking the water to the last row and those plants were in distress. This morning, the whole garden got a well deserved soaking after the assault by combustion engines yesterday.
While I was out there, I noticed the first of the purple cone flowers blooming...
Fibonacci sequence. :-)
I dug all the potatoes that were growing in the raised bed.
I know they say bread, and by that we mean wheat, is the staff of life.
But potatoes are the apples of the earth, and of my eye.
The fruit that grows in secret.
They are the best thing about gardening to me.
I admit it.
Dinna scold me for it. The bonnie wee things are my favorites.
And there's an end on it.
I had to reposition one of my sprinklers because the corn was getting so tall that it was blocking the water to the last row and those plants were in distress. This morning, the whole garden got a well deserved soaking after the assault by combustion engines yesterday.
While I was out there, I noticed the first of the purple cone flowers blooming...
Fibonacci sequence. :-)
I dug all the potatoes that were growing in the raised bed.
I know they say bread, and by that we mean wheat, is the staff of life.
But potatoes are the apples of the earth, and of my eye.
The fruit that grows in secret.
They are the best thing about gardening to me.
I admit it.
Dinna scold me for it. The bonnie wee things are my favorites.
And there's an end on it.