So I'm out in the garden this morning, preparing for planting. I'm snapping off branches of the turnip tops that have gone to seed and hanging them from the redbud outside my side porch to dry. The branches that are still standing, I'll leave to dry naturally, because I've also been eating the leaves (they aren't bitter!) on my salads and sandwiches.
What I'm also doing is raking up the dead nettle remnants and the wild morning glory abundance and uncovering luscious black dirt and lots of worms. It's not terribly difficult work. A couple of hours and I could have the whole garden finished... but I doubt I'll get finished today, because I have a long list of stuff to do.
But for now, I'm out in the garden. And I have no other place I'd rather be.
What I'm also doing is raking up the dead nettle remnants and the wild morning glory abundance and uncovering luscious black dirt and lots of worms. It's not terribly difficult work. A couple of hours and I could have the whole garden finished... but I doubt I'll get finished today, because I have a long list of stuff to do.
But for now, I'm out in the garden. And I have no other place I'd rather be.
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