2025 Garden Kickoff - March 14. 2025

Immediately after writing my previous post, I went down to the garden to gear up for this growing season.  There were several things on my to-do list:  (1) Put the tire back on the big black tiller, (2) pull up last year's landscape fabric from between the rows, and (3) take down the fences on which we'd grown tomatoes, butterbeans, and cucumbers. 

Yes, these chores should have been done in the fall, but we had a rather difficult fall.  I was working at a physically hard job and had no juice left in the evenings.  Then I caught covid.  The Husband had surgery. We let some things slide.

With The Nephew's help this morning, I got the tire back on the tiller, then started pulling up the landscape fabric.  I was making pretty good progress.

And then Nanny came out to help.  Nothing I could do or say would convince her not to help.  When I ordered her out of the garden, she just went to the garden shed and started straightening it up.

Shame on me for some of the thoughts I had. At least I did not say them aloud.

All this time, my nose was running like a wet-weather spring, as my parents used to say.  I had both pockets full of tissues, but after a while I might as well have been blowing my nose in my hand.  I said to Nanny, "I can't take this runny nose anymore.  I'm going home to take a Benadryl.  I'll be back when it kicks in."  

I came home and popped the pill, and ate some Vienna Sausages and crackers while I waited for the pill to work.  And, lordy, when it kicked in, I really just wanted a nap.  But when I heard Nanny's car go up the road - she'd said she needed to go to the grocery store - I shook it off and went back to the garden so that I could work uninterrupted for a while.

I rolled up the remaining landscape fabric (it looks like a bunch of mummies in the garden), pulled up the fence posts, and rolled up chicken wire and hog wire.  The Husband will have to haul some of this out of the garden with the tractor bucket.

The last thing I meant to do was put the tiller back in the shed.  I'd rolled it out of the shed down the ramp in the neutral gear but would have to crank it to get it back up the ramp.  But, wouldn't you know it, when I tried to crank it, the 14-year-old pull cord broke.  

Shame on me for some of the things I said.  ;)