I really am a better gardener than photographer, but I've been promising a few pictures so I gave it my best shot. And it's just as well that I'm not trying to type too much today. I think I may have over-done it a WEE bit these past couple of days. There's just so much that needs doing!
I have realized I might be the only person I know who really enjoys weeding. I like approaching a bed choked with weeds, knowing that somewhere in there are baby plants needing to be rescued, and stepping back when I'm done to survey a bed of happy plants, free of invaders. Perhaps my love of weeding dates back to when my children were young. When they were young, after supper I'd head out to the garden for some quiet time. (This usually involved weeding and pruning.) When they approached me, asking me to do something or, more often, complaining about something their brother had done, I'd sweetly invite them to join me in my weeding. This would result in their turning tail quickly and leaving me to my quiet time!
This past Sunday I weeded those potato beds (the before and after pictures hardly do justice to the situation, and there were THREE rows!), and we started putting in the fence. Ah, the fence. Darn those glaciers that dropped boulders across our fields! Every fence post hole has involved the removal of at least one rock bigger than I'd like to be hauling around, and somehow I'm the one who gets called in for the really. big. rocks. Oh well, I wanted to add some muscle to my arms anyways!
Speaking of arms, my forearms are telling me to quit typing and get some ibuprofen into my system.
If anyone likes taking pictures of gardens, let me know. I'm sure we could work out a trade. Photography for vegetables.....?!?