An Herb Garden . . Maybe

About this time last year I began working on a spot right outside my back door where I wanted to have a little kitchen garden — basically herbs and salad type things like lettuces, radishes, maybe a cherry tomato plant or two.  I blogged about it here when Vince decided to re-do my setup while I was gone to Paducah.  I wasn’t happy about what he had done because I was hoping to get it all planted when I got home from Paducah but that didn’t happen.  Still hasn’t happened.  Vince had plans for making it terraced and I didn’t want that.  We discussed what to do with that spot but it just sat there and grew weeds.  I complained every time I looked at it.

He had covered this area in some thick black plastic and all the weeds were pretty much dead.

Yesterday he decided to get to work on it and I was very happy!

He borrowed Jerry’s tiller that Jerry got for $20 at a garage sale.  Jerry can fix anything!  You have to use a drill to get it started.  Don’t ask me how that works but it works!  Oh, look at that dirt!  I’m so ready to plant something.

I wish tillers could talk.  I’d love to know how many gardens this old tiller has done.  It looks like it’s been well used and maybe a little bit abused.  Now that it lives with Jerry, it will probably be tilling up garden spots for years to come!

Keep your fingers crossed that Vince gets the edging down and I can plant some lettuce and maybe spinach in the next couple of weeks.  I can’t plant tender things til after May 1.  I would have been out planting something in an obscure corner today except I wasn’t so careful with my mandolin and have a bit of a finger injury so I can’t play in the dirt til it’s a bit healed.  Be thankful I’m not showing a picture of my finger.  :(

Back in Good Graces

After having been gone for almost four weeks Speck was so happy to see me.  He didn’t care that I’d been gone for 26 days . . he was just glad I was home. Vince was happy to see me.  He could get home cooked meals again.  Chad . . well, it’s spring break and he’s touring the fishing spots in Arkansas and I haven’t seen him yet.  But . . Ruby . . she wasn’t so quick to forgive me for leaving her for so long!

I tried talking to her and she just stared at me!  Very aloof . . not her usual friendly, outgoing self!  She wouldn’t have anything to do with me . . she was downright aggravated with me!  She kept her distance.

But I begged, and I sweet talked to her and eventually she came around a bit.  She still wanted me to promise that I wasn’t going to leave for 4 weeks again!

Then I said to myself . . I know how to have you eating out of my hand, Ruby!  And I grabbed some scratch and she just couldn’t resist.

Can’t stay mad long, can you, Ruby?  :)