Saturday, April 26, 2014
First I filled the green basket and then dumped it into the plastic bin in the wheelbarrow. Why do it that way? Getting the wheelbarrow over that tarp was the most annoying and difficult part of this job. So I did it the girly way, in bits and bushels. Once I got the plastic bin filled, I wheeled it to the tub and Dave and I then tipped it in. We used our gloved hands to spread the warm compost in the tub, which was the most fun part. The first six inches in the tub is the clay and rock from the tree holes Dave dug.
Mammoth. Oooohhh, can't wait.
Then we have Burpless bush cucumber, straightneck squash and zucchini. I had to add some flowers, Sunpatiens, to delineate the sections.
As I shoveled I asked myself "What drives you to garden, getting sweaty, filthy and suffering the muscle aches?" It seems like a primal urge to me. I love to watch tiny seeds sprout and become something, either beautiful or edible or both. And to observe the changes, and get the thing to prosper, or survive, is so challenging and satisfying. My heart breaks when hail damages or drought threatens to dry everything to a crisp, but when nature cooperates, it is such a relief, and so wonderful. I just gotta have a garden.
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