I spent my Sunday morning with all three (please reference post title). And wow what a gorgeous morning it was. A little cold, but Saturday was worse (it’s May in WI after all), so I was willing to bear a few goosebumps for the pleasure of spending time alone in my garden.
After a Saturday of being cooped up in the house and catching up on cleaning, I wanted to make the most of a somewhat warm Sunday, so I rolled out of bed at 7, filled my french press with freshly brewed coffee, and headed out to my garden to dig potato ditches. The coffee was cold by the time I got halfway through my first cup, but with a little John Mayer, Simon & Garfunkle and Cat Stevens on my Pandora shuffle and a clear sky lit by the rising sun, providing warmth between short bursts of cool breeze, cold coffee was just fine with me.
To me, being able to enjoy a Sunday like this is a big deal. I used to hate Sundays. In January I started a new job, but before that I spent seven and a half years in corporate retail where every Sunday was spent dreading Monday. I never knew what Monday might entail. More work than I could handle, that was a given, but perhaps I would walk in to emails blaming me for a problem the stores were encountering, or someone at my desk before I could even sit down with some “emergency”. And of course there was answering to the sales numbers for the previous week. That industry, while it provided financial security was not the right fit for me and each Sunday that I’m able to enjoy without a lump of dread sitting in my stomach is a gift that I appreciate each week.
So, I spent a wonderful Sunday day in the garden. After making them healthy pancakes that they actually enjoyed (yay! mom points!) the boys helped me dig out two potato ditches about 12 feet long, and after drying my Yukon gold and red seed potatoes in the sun most of the day, I planted and buried them.
Here’s Luke eating his pancakes (no Takoda picture because he wore his underwear to breakfast 🙂 ). The ingredients picture would be a lot prettier without our ugly red counters!
Late last week while I was out of town, my live yam and berry bushes arrived. I ordered a rare mix of sweet potatoes from a seed catalog and, but by the time I got them, they were in need of life support. I planted the purple, pink and pumpkin sweet potato plants in fresh pots and put them in the house to keep them warm. Until I read up on planting the sweet potatoes, I didn’t realize they were actually tropical plants and needed lots of warmth and sun. I’m in Cincinnati for work right now but hoping that some of them will survive the week. I have seven plants but I think only four are going to make it.
I didn’t get around to planting the strawberries, but I have three blackberry and three blueberry bushes planted at the back of the garden. Blueberries need multiple varieties in order to cross pollinate and produce a decent amount of berries (just learned this) so the seed company sent three different varieties of northern blueberries and I labeled them so if I like one of the bushes better I know what I have.
Chad was heading out of town to run errands so I had him grab me the remaining wood I need to finish the last three garden beds and a rain barrel. Well he texted me late last night letting me know that we got a lot of rain and my barrel was overflowing! I can’t wait to get back and be able to use the water. Before the rain barrel Chad and I were sharing the hose between the garden and the pigs watering trough on the other side of the yard. So the rain barrel beyond being environmentally conscious will be a great efficiency.
And finally, Chad helped me get the rest of the fence up. We still need to build a gate so right now we just have the corner open for an entrance, but it will serve its purpose of keeping out the chickens. With the fence up I was able to plant my tomatoes, broccoli and cauliflower, though small as they are I’m not sure that they’ll still be alive when I get back. Ha, so I may just end up with a bunch of fenced in garden beds with no plants; I guess time will tell.