Every year, I intent to get my garden planted during Memorial Day weekend, and nearly every year that happens.
This year, was different.
After spending the day Saturday celebrating the graduation of my Naomi, I thought about getting out Sunday.
Then it rained.
Unfettered by the plight of water, I?decided that was no big deal. After all, I still had Monday....
Every year, I intent to get my garden planted during Memorial Day weekend, and nearly every year that happens. This year, was different. After spending the day Saturday celebrating the graduation of my Naomi, I thought about getting out Sunday. Then it rained. Unfettered by the plight of water, I?decided that was no big deal. After all, I still had Monday. Everything was ready as of Sunday night, and I?slept restlessly thinking about getting it all finished during the day. Then I?got up Monday. Apparently I was sleeping well enough not to hear the rain that fell overnight. Although my rain gauge had not yet been put out for the season, I?knew by the amount of water standing my plans would have to be altered. The next weekend would be different, I?promised myself. So, when Saturday came I?was ready. I?even spent time Friday night tilling up some of the ground that had been idle for a while, but enough rain fell again overnight to get things wet enough to keep me from getting in and planting again. That afternoon, I?had committed to work, as the brand new baseball field down the road was opening up. Thankfully, there was no rainout, and after a couple of hours of festivities and taking in the game, I?heard the call to head home from my Martha. While she was excited to go to “the mountain” (how she equates Irish Yard with a mountain is still a mystery), she quickly got bored and wanted to head home. On her stroller ride back to the Krause ranch, my baby girl zonked out, and with the rest of the clan at the game, I knew I would be in the house waiting for her to wake up. Apparently she was pretty tired, because she slept for several hours – far too long to get any work done in the Krause garden. I was getting a bit frustrated, but when Sunday rolled around I?was feeling pretty good. Then during church I saw the clouds roll in. Thankfully what loomed overhead never really transpired and that afternoon I?spent my time planting peppers, cabbages, carrots, potatoes and tomatoes. Although I?did not finish getting it all in by the time it was too dark to see, I felt much better – one week later than usual. Three days later, I placed the final seed in the ground, it was a pumpkin variety. While working in the garden for the hours I?was able to be out, I?started thinking about the future and just how much more space I really need to get planted what I?really want. I am hoping to double the size of my garden over the next two years. Apparently, 64 tomato plants is just not enough for me. Of course, that just might mean I?am still planting during the Fourth of July.