It’s desperation time. What with the rain, rain and more rain and then cold and then frost and then hot and humid, and more rain, I had trouble getting out to plant some vegetable seeds.
I ran outside this afternoon and dragged a garden tool, not sure which one, through the dirt and ripped open some seed packets. Whimsically threw seeds in a trench and covered them so quickly because, guess what, it started to rain, again.
I’m embarrassed to even call myself a gardener doing this. I hope nobody saw me.
I’m not sure if anything will grow that I planted. And now I’m aware that I forgot to buy cucumber seeds. Oh well.
If every farmer waited for the optimal time and weather to plant, we humans probably wouldn’t ever have any food to eat.
So, with hope and desperation, I join the ranks of professional and amateur growers, and we just toss in seeds and let the proccess begin.
This garden isn’t going to look pretty with nice neat rows and stakes and string and cute little seed markers. Oh no way.
This isn’t a “Pinterest” garden. This is reality.
And I am thankful we have farmer’s markets and grocery stores to fill in the gaps. I am not self-sustaining. Not yet.
Blessings and happy growing
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