So, how is the weather out there in Blogland? 'Cause I gotta tell you, my weather's perfect! I'm talking P.E.R.F.E.C.T. Sunny, cloudless skies, light breezes, warm-but-not-hot temps. Perfect! I've spent the entire weekend outside in the dirt. Wait... in the soil. My ever-willing-to-share-her-knowledge 9-year-old informed me that 'soil' is what the ground's made up of... 'dirt' is what's under my bed. What.Ever.
Anyway, I don't know if I've mentioned this but I decided a while ago I wanted to have a little garden this year. I've actually wanted to have one for a while now but I've always been too busy to get around to it (and by 'busy' I mean 'lazy'). This year, however, I decided things would be different. Since it's been rainy the past couple of weeks, I figured it would be a good time to start digging, as I had to start from scratch and needed the ground to be soft-ish. Given the muck I've been tracking through the house every time I venture in from outside lately, I figured 'soft-ish' was the word of the day. So I picked a flat place at the bottom of the yard, in the sun, and marked off a patch about 7x10 feet. I know that doesn't sound big, but when you have to clear it completely, without the benefit of any sort of mechanical device, it's big enough. I did have this nifty garden tool called a 'Claw'... picture a tiny sort of tiller without an engine. It requires an awful lot of oomph and twisting to dig up a 7x10 plot of earth with a Claw, let me tell you. I used muscles that haven't been used... well, ever. Then the good dirt... errr, soil... had to be removed from the clumps of grass twisted loose by the Claw. That was fun (and by 'fun' I mean 'never-ending') and it enabled me to completely get over my squeamishness about worms. Then I had to go to the garden center and pick up some big (and by 'big' I mean 'heavy as hell') bags of topsoil, which I mixed in with the stuff I had left over from my Claw-ing experience.
And my little patch looks lovely, if I do say so myself! Well, it looks like a 7x10 patch of empty soil but given that it was a 7x10 patch of grass yesterday, I'm quite pleased. I actually had Herself out there with me, for about 4 hours yesterday and 3 today, willingly helping! After a while, though, I had to ask her (and by 'ask' I mean 'order under threat of death') to just stop talking and enjoy the peace and quiet of a perfect spring day. Yeah. It didn't work. It never does. So I let her go, where she 'supervised' me from her favorite perch - high up in 'best climbing tree in the world' (if you can't find Ryan, look in a tree... 9 times out of 10, it's where she'll be). Even Sundance wanted in on the gardening action... and though I could have really used his digging skills (for once), mostly he just plopped himself down in the freshly turned soil and fell asleep in the sun.
Tomorrow we're planting seeds... cucumbers, peas, squash, green beans, and spinach. Tomatoes and pepper plants go in next week. My mouth's already watering...