We have a sweet neighbor that turned into a snowbird this year. She went south after Christmas, and won't be back until June. And hearing of our deer woes (eating everything around here) she offered us the use of her fully-fenced garden, along with lots of helpful advice.
And oh gracious, we are failing miserably. The onions and garlic seem to be doing okay, but all the peas I planted back in March? I think the snails have been feasting. I found two, chewed up little vines that haven't even grown tall enough to reach the mesh (for them to climb). Is it too late to plant more and try again?
I think she told us not to bother planting most things until June, because let's face it, May is a cruel tease. It will feel like summer for a week or two, and everybody thinks WOO-HOO IT'S SUMMER ALREADY! But, no.
It will rain until the Fourth of July.
But guess what happens in the mean time?
They're EVERYWHERE. And huge. Tate and I weeded for about an hour and hardly made a dent. I think tomorrow we'll just go rototill again and start over. Because OOPS. I think we need to be over there pretty much every single day, and I'm not sure how that's going to work out, but we'll try.
|Not the actual garden, which is about six times this big. *sigh*|
Because good grief. How is it that this sweet little widow, in her seventies (I think, but maybe closer to eighty), recovering from cancer, can make her garden so beautiful and productive every year and we can't grow a row of peas?
But in better news, it's a perfect spring day. The sun is shining, the breeze is blowing, and Wyatt is sailing. The teacher in charge actually ASKED ME TO GO AS A CHAPERONE and I declined. Because I know Wyatt wants his space, and that's a good thing. So he better appreciate it, and have a fabulous time! (Wyatt, you owe me for that.)
And in other good news, Tate and Gunnar helped me move the furniture around in my (and Kerry's) bedroom, which we've never done before. Really, it "works" best the way we always have it (practical) but sometimes I just need a change. Especially a free change, that you can un-change easily. And even better - Kerry, who kind of hates change - is okay with it.
And now that I have weeded at the garden and at home, cleaned the bathroom, done five loads of laundry (one to go), prepped the next week of school, partially tidied my office, and re-made the bed with spring sheets, we are going out to dinner. Somewhere on the cheap end of the spectrum, for sure. But OUT.