This last weekend I finally cut my sister loose and let her play in the dirt. There are two big things in her life that bring her great joy:
- Playing in the kitchen because she has a passion for cooking.
- Playing in the dirt, in this case it is starting seeds.
I brought all the grow lights, heat pads, and various other seed starting items up from the shed. It took her about two days to get “her” areas set up. Yes, they are “her” areas as it is her job to do the starts. My task now is to design all the plot areas on our little farm and what will go in where.
If you think about it I got shafted in this deal. All her job is done in the house and in just 2 places:
- Her porch (it is hers because that is where she can smoke and contemplate life issues).
- Her kitchen (yes, I can cook in there too, but it is mostly just warming stuff for me).
I am better with the computer than she is, so I created some charts. The first is centered around seed starting and maintaining the starts until transplant time – this is Spring. The second I labeled Summer. This will be my turn to track things. It will have when and where I put in the transplants. It will also have all my direct sowing information.
This will be the first year in many, many years that we actually have some kind of handle on our gardens. Too many disasters have stretched out too long for us to properly concentrate on the gardens. The only bummer is that my body is only a fraction of what it was 10+ years ago. Simple things like getting down on the ground (my favorite place to work on plots) and getting back up again take enormous effort. Fake knee and shoulder joints, massive surgeries for my major joints, and replacement parts add to my dismay. You would think they could come up with something like the Bionic Woman for replacement parts by now?
Yes youngsters, that was a real TV series, and yes oldsters, I watched it.
What a wonder it would be if I could just pull weeds stronger, faster. I could pull my garden carts without major issues. Best of all, I could get down on the ground and back up again, without looking like a Flamingo on ice (not a pretty sight but very funny to watch – oh, and don’t get me laughing or I will NEVER get up!).
My major task over the last 20 years is to make life easier and not harder. So why does life want to throw a wrench into my ideas every time I turn around? She is so wicked that way. Wish me luck on my endeavors this year. Maybe we will finally have a great fall harvest. I will let you know how it goes.
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