I fling the paintbrush across the kitchen counter and scowl at the bland bird …little Mer’s eyebrows raise and she smiles, everything is all for fun in her world.
“Grab the seeds and put them in a basket…let’s go open the garden”
Her tiny self packs everything into a tiny basket…and so she can really see the small, she adds a magnifying glass.
A cold breeze blows…trying to force me back inside.. but I am peeved and determined. The ground is hard and weedy from a winter of neglect. Mer scurries about looking for a garden shovel. I choose the smallest garden bed to plant first.
Those kids have taken all my gardening stuff and scattered it around the yard…barn…sandbox…and who knows where else. Feeling a little “Pittsburgh Dad” about it all…
(here you go honey, you wanted me to put Pittsburgh Dad on at some point…iiii yiii yiii, things I do for love, well it is funny..especially if you are East Coast!)
So after much scraping…and yanking of weeds which roots had gone to the center of the Earth for warmth…we managed to get a small workable bed.
We found many remains of the old …and it all needed to be taken out…
Nothing of last years season can remain.
I am planting a new thing.
You can’t make soup from these.
As I dig I feel like nothing will happen…
these seeds, will they rot in the ground before they have a chance to grow or will those blasted chickens eat them…
“I’ll eat them, “I mutter.
At the moment I wonder if I have really pushed the dates too far this year…I should have waited a week…
did I move in too soon…will they be ready?
So we planted some peas and kale…. with enough hope and faith that they will be okay.
Funny how many things in life you work so hard to prepare for…and then when you go to plant them…you just let the seeds roll out of your hand with no effort.
Super excited to Link up with Ginny….at small things.