Breaking Ground - 5/15/2018

Work on this year's vegetable garden commenced yesterday.  I might have started sooner, but we had a cold, wet spring, plus I've been waiting for the farmer to do his Rounding-Up in the bean field so that the drift doesn't kill my garden plants.  He sprayed the field late last week, so yesterday I dragged the tiller out of the shed and tilled up a few rows.  One day this week, if it doesn't rain, I'm going to put some tomatoes, squash seeds, and green beans in the ground.

I am going to do what I did last year:  till up the rows, and mow the grass in the middles.  Last year, I got some of my rows too close to run the lawnmower between them.  Yesterday, I parked the lawnmower at the end of a row, parked the tiller beside it, sighted a tree at the other end of the garden, and aimed the tiller at it.  Hopefully, I got the distance right this time.  (My row is a little crooked, but Pop-Pop used to say, "You c'n plant more on a crooked row.")  I sprinkled some 6-12-12 down the rows and tilled it in. 

Before I plant anything, I want to put down some compost.  My sister gave me one of those tumbling things, and I have been working on compost since last fall.  I've made a big batch or two and have hemmed it up with four bales of hay placed in a square.  It's mostly kitchen waste, shredded cardboard boxes and paper, and dry leaves.  But it looks black and rich.  Getting it from my yard to the garden will be a job.  I'll have to wheelbarrow it across the road and down a long, bumpy gravel  driveway and will probably dump it before making it to the garden.   

On second thought, a wagon would work better for this, wouldn't it?  I may go shopping tomorrow.

Tomorrow may be a tough day.  We just got home from seeing the band Chicago perform live.  It's after midnight, and we both have to work tomorrow.  We arrived downtown early and had time to eat dinner and have a few drinks.  I had a couple more at the concert and butt-danced in my seat the whole time.  It was wonderful.  So I'm worn out and half loopy and ought to be in the bed instead of writing this, but I'm still sort of "juiced" in more ways than one.  :)