It’s rained every weekend for the last three weeks, making it impossible for me to put into action any of the many gardening projects I have been dreaming of ever since the Fall. Actually, most of these plans were dependent on two patches of land we first attempted to rototill with something that looked like this:
After a day’s worth of worthless work (and one square foot “done”), we gave up and called in the pros:
I spent the next two weeks removing many a wheel barrow full of rocks and boulders away, hauling bags of compost up to both sites, and doing my best to “prepare the soil” exactly as my gardening manuals required. We covered both areas with tarp to prevent weeds from taking over, and I thought that was that. May gardening would be easy as anything, since all the hard work was done.
Clearly, I have a lot to learn.
We opened up the farm in April, only to discover that winter snow and winds had ripped away and torn the tarps to shreds. Weeds are happily growing and thriving in all that soil I had worked so hard to improve. Also, I had been doing some research of my own and discovered why so many neighboring farms seem to have these:
Clearly, I have a lot of work to do. In the meantime, I am enjoying the blossoms and blooms planted by previous residents of our farm…people who knew what they were doing. I celebrate them.