Planting a Garden

I have a confession to make. It’s not a big one, nothing scandalous, I’m just admitting I’m not a good gardener. I like plants of all kinds, flowers, veggies, trees, etc., and every year my husband and I talk about how we’re going to plant, and we just never do. We get caught up with whatever thing happens to be going on, and forget about it. So, when we started talking about growing things this winter, I was thinking in the back of my brain we would talk, but not do.

This year, with the help of the homeowners insurance, who said we needed to clean up our yard, we actually got a garden in. I don’t know if anything will pop up, but at least we did more than talk.

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This area used to be filled with rolls of chicken wire, a lawn mower we hardly ever used, old tarps, and an ancient lawn tractor. After clearing it all out, we saw we have a bare patch of earth that just needed a bit of tilling before planting. Last night, Dave went and hoed the rows, and today the kids and I planted. I planted seeds for winter and summer squash in the row closest to the wall. The next row has zucchini, after that there are leeks, beets, carrots, spinach, lettuce, and sweet peas around the border.
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The couple times we’ve put in a garden, this is where we usually do it. We weren’t going to do anything this year, but Dave’s step dad loaned us his tiller, so Dave tilled it all up, the kids took out the grass clumps, and we’re slowly going to turn this into a hoop house.
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We did decide to plant potatoes this year. So, in the middle of May I got seed potatoes for Yukon Gold and Purple potatoes, and we planted them in plastic garbage cans. They are coming along quite nicely.

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My youngest son loves tomatoes. It’s too cold to plant them in the ground here, so I put the seeds in some old planters we had laying around, and put them in the porch. It’s south facing, and can get quite hot during the day. I also planted some bell pepper seeds. We’ll see what comes up.
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Joy in the Little Things

There are days where the world catches up to me, and leaves me feeling heavy and sad. I feel lost and alone, and hopeless, but, sometimes, I get lucky, and things remind me there is still good, I just have to look.

I was feeling that way this morning when I went outside to let out the birds, and dump a couple cartons of red worms into the various hay piles. They are supposed to be good for compost, so I figured they would like helping to breakdown the goose and duck poop. While I was standing in the woods, I saw a robin fly into the crook of a Birch, and fly out again. As I watched, she came back with a beak full of twigs, and started building more on her nest.

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Here is the robin’s nest in the Birch tree, and the robin working on getting it just right with hay and twigs.

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When I went to the front, I saw the woodpecker was back. He’s been a daily visitor, coming each morning to get seeds from the feeder.

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The woodpecker getting seeds.

I went in the goose yard to fill their water buckets, and took a minute to check out the Big Burr Oak. My husband is convinced it’s dead because the geese stripped some of the bark. Look, the buds are swelling. I think the tree will be all right.

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I checked the potatoes were growing in some big blue garbage cans, and they are starting to sprout.

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When I went in the duck yard to give them their water, one of the ducks practically laid her egg on my boot. There was no fuss about it, she just mosey past, dropped her egg, and got a drink of water. When I picked it up, it still had the fluid on the outside of the egg, giving it a bit of a slimy feel. You don’t get fresher than that.

When I stepped out of the yard, I saw the flowers on the current bush. If the geese don’t eat them, we may have berries later on in the summer.

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Their purple flowers make me think of lace hanging from the green leaves.

All of this reminded me there is joy in the little things. I just have to take the time to look.

Poem – Time

I look up at the sky

And see Time wheeling by.

Swirling in the constellations at night

Floating through air currents like a kite.

Riffling Ravens feathers as he soars.

Giving the Pot of Time new lore,

As he stirs and stirs

Rippling Time with his feathers.