This year, I am determined to have a huge, plentiful, beautiful, garden…as far as it is within my control. I researched and planned, ordered seeds and baked the garden. Then, I somewhat patiently waited for September to arrive so that I could get started on this seasons garden.
Today, finally the first Saturday in September, and I had a nice wide open spot on my calendar. Time to plant the garden. I recruited Bubba to build me a new trellis for growing cucumbers. Once we had a materials list, we headed to the store to pick up some PVC pipe, lime, and a respirator.
I know, a respirator? Well it seems that I have something blooming out in the yard that makes me feel like I have the flu every time I work out in the yard. So, I decided that in the interest of my health, I needed to wear a respirator.
Get ready to laugh…..
Gram’s hat, my Ray Bans, and a respirator. Doesn’t get much funnier than that!
I started tilling up the dirt so that I could incorporate my big three supplements to the soil, fertilizer, lime, and ironite. As I worked away I remembered one reason I love working in the garden. It gives me time to think and pray. So I was thinking and praying and realized that I was all alone…planting the garden. There were no pudgy little hands begging to push seeds entirely too far into the dirt. No eager volunteers hoping for a chance to man the rake or the hose :)
And then I was sad.
For about 2.7 minutes.
That’s about how long it took for this girl to wander out and ask if I’d like some help.
Which was a huge help because my neck and shoulders have been giving me a fit lately.
Then, this guy came out and assemble the new “trellis” for the cucs.
Before I knew it, I had eager volunteers manning the rake and the tape measure.
Their slender, ever more adult-like hands carefully planted each seed with care and attention to the correct depth.
And my heart sang.
Today was special and a memory that will warm my heart every time I step into the garden.