But several things are currently in the way of scratching that itch. Like a couple trees (or more) and a couple extra hours (or the lack thereof).
Yesterday was a beautiful day. Sunny. Warm. And just a little breezy. I couldn’t take it anymore.
I grabbed a shovel. Found a spot in the yard. (I don’t like mowing anyway.) And started digging.
Ahhhh … it felt so good.
The soil was rich and just begging to produce something for me.
I dug a 3′ x 10′ mini bed, worked in some rich dirt from the woods, and started smoothing it all out.
I spent a Martha moment thinking about how lovely it would be to have a nice raised bed with the soil neatly contained and perfectly pretty cedar sides, but since I wanted to plant my seeds NOW, I decided that was for another day.
I carried…rolled…dragged … asked Sarah to haul a few rocks over, and I used them to edge the bed and prevent dirt from washing on the downhill side. (Trimming big horse feet apparently builds big girl muscles.)
Not a picture-perfect bed, but it’ll work!
It’s small (it may have been called a “sissy garden” once or twice around here), but it only took a few minutes, I got some seeds in the ground, and I’m happy :). Somehow this little garden of soon-to-be kale and lettuce makes our house now feel like a home.
Ten points if you can guess what the little garden sprout is at the top of this post 🙂