Gardening Time

I’m fatigued this year. I want somewhat of a garden, but geez, all that bending just kills my back and hips. The shovel kills my feet. As in, it breaks bones, and they hurt for weeks, and I risk a new level of meltdown. Sigh. I really want tomatoes and squash and strawberries.

So the neighbor plows up a section of the yard. Garden shaped.

Kevin goes to take a look. The guy tells us we can put some plants in if we want. Into his garden. For our own use.

I’m not the type to do that. Besides, my own few small beds are all I can tend. So I decline. I tell him why.  I offer my old seeds for them to dig through, but he doesn’t know what to do with seeds, he says. (This explains why he does not think he can fill a wee bitty 20-30 garden plot… plants are just THAT expensive.)

I’m disappointed, actually. We moved, I lost all my stored seeds, could not find them. Found them after I ordered new ones, so now I have all the old ones and the new ones for this year.

I wander back home, and I dig out my seeds. I have ordered a few also, things I need.  So I’ll make the effort. At least it is a long growing season here so if I don’t get it done right away, there’s plenty of cushion for procrastination.

I think that it would be really fun to sneak out while they are at work, and just randomly scatter seeds in their garden. Really random.

I’m just not sure they’d get the joke… Probably weed them all up without even noticing they were food. After all, if it is not where you want it, it is a weed.

And then there’s my feet. I’d have to have something other than size 12 wide feet to get away with sowing seeds in someone else’s garden.