I’m falling behind on my garden progress posts. But this morning it is RAINING and due to rototill-ing (coming to a post near you shortly!), I can’t move my arms, so I will catch up on my garden progress.
Pre-Posts. Back when we thought there were only 10-13 rocks in the garden.
One thing is for sure: we could not be putting a garden in without friends and family helping us out! They’ve given us tools, time, and expertise, and I am so grateful for that.
The post holes that Bill helped us dig just weren’t deep enough, so I was trying to figure out a solution to the post hole problem, and it was looking like it would cost $150 to get someone to drill holes for us. No sooner did Cousin P hear about that than he sent me a text saying he’d be here the next morning to help us dig. Did he want me to rent an auger to make it easier? No. Apparently, we hadn’t earned the auger yet. Ha.
Actually, I just checked, and what he really said was:
Me: Maybe renting the auger is the way to go
Cousin P: Part of learning to dig holes is you have to dig several successfully before you are allowed to use an auger. Or you are a city person.
Obviously, being a city person is not an option. That is yet another post for yet another day. City people. Gross.
Does this look like a city person to you?
Cousin P and A and their kids pulled in around 10 and by 12 we had fence posts in the ground! Wow, it is hard to dig post holes!! I kept thinking they were the requisite 27 inches deep, only to find out that they were closer to 18. Also: rocks. But that is another story.
The kids were so helpful 🙂 J, who is 4, brought his shovel and went to work immediately. R, who is 2, carried rocks back and forth, got totally covered in mud, and then took up temporary residence in a post hole.
I love these kids!!
We also played a fun game called, “Alex, find this worm a home.” This was brought about due to the necessity of not having all the worms manhandled and bleeding to death*, so I told the kids the worms were homesick and we had to let them go home. “Going home” involved me digging a hole and J stomping on the dirt to really, really make sure the worms got home.
There were a lot of homesick worms out there.
Not a city person.
Following our adventure of digging holes, Uncle M stopped by and he and Sister discussed lawn mowing, which is Sister’s favorite thing to do. He had to take it home with him, and take apart the carburetor** and put it back together. Sister says we could have done that if we knew what a carburetor was.
How right she is.
All she wants to do is go mow the lawn.
Then we got to stapling up the six foot, vinyl-coated, really-heavy, galvanized steel, deer-proof fencing. (Did you know that we have so many deer here in Upstate New York that I see deer EVERY SINGLE DAY. And did you know that they carry TICKS which carry LYME DISEASE and that I had Lyme Disease when I was in fourth grade and I don’t want to have it again, people.) I WILL NOT HAVE DEER IN MY GARDEN. I WILL NOT.***
Okay, then we went and had bagels.
And then Sister saw a dead mouse and freaked out. And then we picked up a couple garden tools. And then we went to the local hardware store and got stakes for the tomatoes. All of this was to put off the inevitable: ROTOTILLING. It is hard work, people.
Look at me. That is the face of someone who is covered in dirt, and who takes her pet rototiller everywhere.
Just me, a lot of dirt, and my Mantis.
Did you know gardening is really dirty work???
So, I rototilled and Sister mowed the front lawn, and then I ate pizza.
Fried eggplant, artichoke hearts, tomatoes. AMERICA, I LOVE YOU.
Intensive scrubbing took place shortly after this photo was taken.
Cousin P: How is garden project going?
Me (boastfully): I got blisters so it was authentic work. I had work gloves on. I used to have soft city hands.
Sister (scornfully): Now you have soft city hands with blisters.
Yes, there is dirt on my face.
*apparently giant, bleeding worms are interesting to two-year-olds 😉
**it took me seven tries to spell carburetor correctly
***I WILL NOT