For a week, I've been hauling a bundle of red onion sets, a bundle of white onion sets, a 9-pack of broccoli, and a 9-pack of red cabbage around in my Jeep. Probably, I should have bought and planted all of it three weeks ago, but I was doing other things, and Mr. Pete still has not come to break up my garden.
Today was a beautiful day, and about 3:30 this afternoon, I went down to the garden, hoping (but not all that confident) that I could get the tiller cranked so I could set out the plants before they croak. After about the 23rd pull, a miracle happened: it cranked.
The ground was a little too wet, but I plowed anyway, and tilled up a strip on the front edge of the garden for the broccoli, cabbage, and onions. I also planted two short rows of sweet peas.
I'm worried, though. The deer have discovered the greens left over from last fall. They've been pulling up the turnips, and they've mowed the kale and mustard down. I see their tracks everywhere.
The broccoli and cabbage may not survive the night.
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