Garden 2011

My brain is firmly in garden mode. A sunny 48 degrees will do that to me.

The baby and I wandered and puttered out in the back yard. We wore only overshirts, in dark colors to soak up the sun. I moved some leaves around. I pulled up some baby carrots that just might still be edible. I dreamed.

Yesterday I visited the seed store. I dreamed.

I picked up an impromptu book from the library on gardening in my region. I dreamed.

I have two stern warnings for myself this garden year.

1. Beware cats. If you don't protect it, it will end up full of sh*t.
2. Beware earwigs. If you plant something they like, it will FAIL.

This means using plenty of wire mesh over every garden bed I prepare. This means not bothering to plant things like corn and carrots. This means not trying too hard to bait or trap the earwigs. I spent too many years fighting them tooth and nail. I need to accept that I shall only grow that which does not appeal to the earwig palate.