I didn’t originally plan to garden in the rain today. It was supposed to rain in the afternoon (it rained in the morning). I was up early anyway (had a work conference call at 7 a.m.). The farmer’s market was still selling beautiful things and I couldn’t contain myself (let’s pretend to be surprised).
So, I tackled a bunch of things:
Check marks galore.
Project #1: Fixed up the herb garden outside the back door
- Planted new basil, nasturtiums, rosemary and another tomato plant in pots
- Pulled weeds
- Added soil to level out the sloping garden bed
- Planted onions at the bottom of the bed
- Fixed the hutch (it was old, and needed screws instead of nails. I also drilled some holes for water to drain out)
- Rearranged everything for maximum sunlight angles
- Planted wildflowers from Caitlin & Alex’s wedding last weekend in a newly filled-in patch behind the mint pot (where the cilantro and peppers used to be)
Project #2: Added flowers to the whiskey barrel planter out front
- Moved two plants to sunnier locations on the side yard
- Added spikes, begonias, creeping jenny and some pretty yellow & purple flowers
Project #3: Weeded and mulched the Hydrangea tree beds (one near the patio, one in the middle of the yard)
Project #4: Staking tomatoes (pictured: four cherry tomato plants, which are growing like gangbusters in a planter on the south side of the yard)
In between all the projects, I got to admire squash blossoms, potato plant flowers, baby strawberries, the summer’s first pepper (so early!) AND A FROG.
First harvest of the year: kale, lettuce, basil, lemon verbena, cilantro, raspberries and one strawberry 🙂
This is how excited (and dirty) I was when I finished:
Oh yeah, and the sun came out 🙂
Sometimes you do things out of sheer desperation. Such as, within two minutes of meeting your friend’s new boyfriend AND finding out he lives in your neighborhood AND that he’s good at fixing things (specifically, a carpenter), and immediately upon processing all of this information, asking if you can cook him dinner in exchange for him trying to fix your ceiling fan, which has been on since last August (and annoyingly, all winter long) because the chain fell out of the fan one day.
You might be tempted to hide under a rock after saying such a thing to a stranger, but instead you sort of laugh it off. And then the NEXT time you see him, the prospect of getting your ceiling fan fixed has you so giddy that you pull out your calendar and set a date right then and there. It’s a good thing your friend loves you so much that her boyfriend doesn’t think you’re completely out of your mind. Or maybe he does but he hides it very well.
And then, because of your desperate ask, and maybe because of the sausage & polenta casserole, he manages to fix your fan (and also, to label the fuse box, which the previous owner never got around to doing when it came to the upstairs switch).
Strawberries and raspberries are showing their little faces in the garden!