I woke up "tard" this morning. It was one of those nights where you fight the bedcovers and have bizarre dreams that you can't quite recall but can still feel the drama.
I thought it was Sunday until The Husband reminded me that it's actually Friday.
That's what traveling with do for you.
And we've got to go again, come Sunday.
Yesterday, I had breakfast with my aunts and my sister. We sat drinking coffee for a long time. I took my sister a little pot of ornamental sweet pea sprouts.
Speaking of sprouts, after I got back home from breakfast, I walked down to the garden to check its progress. The anasazi beans have come up sparsely. I think they can't get through the hard crust from the last storm (which I intended to bust up last week but never got around to it). Most of the tomatoes are yellow and sickly but hanging in there. They went in the ground too early and may be stunted. Do things ever recover from stunting?
A rabbit (or something not a bug) is eating the broccoli.
The kohlrabi never came up.
The onions are doing fine.
When we get back from this next trip, I'm going to plant everything else.
I wish we'd gotten the hiller/hipper/row-maker thing so we could make up rows with the tractor in the remaining garden space. Did I tell you what happened with that? We found one on sale online. It was supposed to be here on April 2. On April 3, the tracking said that the package had been damaged in shipment and was still at the shipping hub. My thought was that it would be hard to damage the CONTENTS of the package (it's a steel farm implement, for crying out loud), and I tried to contact both FedEx and the implement company to see if they would just bring it to me and let me check it out. But, no. FedEx auto-responded to a customer service request with information that was useless. The company said they couldn't send another because they're out of stock. So, this year, once again, it'll be me and the hoe, making crooked rows.
Pop-Pop always said you could plant more on a crooked row.
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