I've had a garden for the past 4 or 5 years now. My problem is that the garden is a half hour away and working full time and trying to get out to take care of the garden was a tough row to hoe. (See what I did there?) So the garden was mainly a weekend project. Anyone with a garden will know that's not enough time.
Last year was probably the most productive garden I ever had, however, just about the time that tomatoes started coming in, we went on mandatory 10 hour days at work. It made me sick but there was no way to keep up with my tomatoes. I picked on the weekend, but there was a lot went to waste.
This year, however, things will be different. I'm retired. Everything that could go wrong did go wrong as far as my plants went. Jiffy Pots = absolute failure. Less than half my seeds germinated, and the ones that did germinate did not thrive. However, my sister and daughter-in-law always plant more than they need in case of plant failure. I took their left overs. It worked out well.
After the initial disaster with my seeds, (aka the great chipmunk caper) I got more and planted.
I took a week to go east and we've been finishing the apartment and helping our new guy (he's got a bad heart and the heat has him struggling), so once again, my poor garden began to look pretty neglected.
Today, I went up and worked for several hours. It felt good to see progress. I wish that I would have remembered my hat though. The sun was hot.
It felt nice to go inside. The camp required a major cleaning. The long hours at work last summer and into the fall made closing the place up for winter pretty slap dash. I was pleased to see that once again, mice haven't been a big problem, but still, I spent the afternoon cleaning, wiping and disinfecting cupboards and counters and the bathroom, hauling all the bed linens home to be washed and returned. I didn't get completely finished but I got most of it done.
After 7 hours of hard work, we headed home. Tim was pleased with the amount of brush hogging he got done, I was pleased with my own progress inside and outdoors too. We are both too tired to give two hoots. Left overs for supper eaten sprawled on our couches watching 'Better Call Saul'. We will both sleep well tonight.
Sounds silly, I suppose, to get such satisfaction out of such physically hard work, but the thing is, when you haven't had the time to do things properly for such a long time, it feels like a luxury to be able to turn your hand to that work. It was a very satisfying day.
Note to Ellie: I wish that you hadn't felt the need to remove your comments. I disagree with you, but your opinions are your own and I certainly don't think less of you for them. I just think differently, and that's something I think that this country needs to learn: to accept that not all of us think the same. Still friends?