It occurred to me that it’s probably time to start thinking about my garden. I should at least ATTEMPT to portray that I am, indeed, a gardener. Surely an experienced gardener wouldn’t fly by the seat of her pants this time of year.
What can I say? I like to fly by the seat of my pants. Actually, I don’t, but it’s mid-May and we need to get this show on the road, pants-less or however.
It hasn’t been COMPLETELY willy nilly. I did start some tomato plants. I also started digging weeds a couple of weeks ago. My 1 year old fell off the swingset in the middle of this bold endeavor and I had to drop my hand shovel and run to him. He was okay (just a good skid mark across his face), but the weeds nearly swallowed up my shovel. No lie. My mom came to plant flowers a few days later and she did so with a shovel from the sandbox.
Having nearly lost my shovel and having such delicate, sensitive hands and no ambition to go digging through a closet that I wasn’t even sure held my gardening gloves, I considered just scrapping the whole garden and trying again next year. But alas, I walked into the kitchen and looked out the window to find my betrothed kneeling next to the garden, taking on those overgrown, thorny weeds WITHOUT GLOVES! What a stud.
My mother has long-insisted I need to apply a weed killer to this hot mess. She’s probably not wrong, but I worry about sprouting a unibrow or losing control of my thumbs or something like that when I think about applying chemicals. Our lawn is equally weedy, so they are in good company.
Maybe next weekend we’ll get something going. Sorry to everyone who wants rain, but I need it to not rain for at least 4 days so we can get the tiller down in the garden. And by ‘we’ I mean my mom or dad because that beast scares me to death.
And of course I need to get seeds and plants and whatnot. I’ve got the sad looking tomato plants and a handful of seeds saved from last year, but am otherwise unprepared. Maybe I won’t plant so much this year.
Haha, just kidding.