Mary, Mary. Quite Contrary Would Definitely Not Approve

Pardon me while I drip on the Pergo.

I've been outside in the jungle yard pulling a few (million) weeds and planting seeds that I can only hope will make it on their own merits because I?  Am no gardener.

Oh, sure, I can wield a shovel, if pressed.  I am a dab hand at turning on the sprinkler, even managing to do so without getting a soaking.  I enjoy planting and I enjoy harvesting.

I do not enjoy weeding, digging, turning, amending, pruning, trellising, training, and especially sweating.

It seems that to have a garden, one must do all of the above and more.  I've been spoiled in recent years - Someone did all the real work, letting me plant and run the sprinkler and cook the resulting harvest while avoiding weeding and other garden related unpleasantries.

Since he is currently unavailable, it falls to me to help it grow, so today I went out and had a go at it.  I had to weed and turn some soil in one bed, and turn soil, weed, and make hills in another before planting a few more things.  I seeded zucchini, yellow squash, catnip, cucumbers, found a little pea plant and made a happy noise while gently encouraging it to climb a pole, and planted some green beans.

Tomorrow I will fill some pots and plant lettuces, tomatoes, and bell peppers.  I know I'm late with some of these, but better late than never, right?  Right.

In a few weeks I'll plant another round of tomatoes and peppers, and maybe green beans.  Here's hoping we get more than a mouthful!

Also?  If I plant enough garden, I won't have as much lawn to mow!  Win-win!