I love seeing my husband on a tractor.
Especially if he's on the tractor and doing work of some kind.
Especially if he's on the tractor and doing work of some kind.
Like raking a section of field that our friend Tom plowed for us earlier in the spring.
This area had not been plowed for years, if ever, so we quite possibly were actually breaking new ground. And if you know anything about breaking new ground for a garden, you know it is hard work.
Hence the tractor. I'd rather use our well-worn 1959 International Harvester to do all that work than my well-worn 1975 not-getting-any-younger body.
This area had not been plowed for years, if ever, so we quite possibly were actually breaking new ground. And if you know anything about breaking new ground for a garden, you know it is hard work.
Hence the tractor. I'd rather use our well-worn 1959 International Harvester to do all that work than my well-worn 1975 not-getting-any-younger body.
And speaking of bodies...the one belonging to my husband seems to be shaping up nicely, post-broken leg.
Pardon my catcall.
Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I do love seeing my husband standing in a newly prepared garden plot.
But enough standing around, Honey. There's work to be done...
Pardon my catcall.
Sorry, I couldn't help myself. I do love seeing my husband standing in a newly prepared garden plot.
But enough standing around, Honey. There's work to be done...
Aahh, that's more like it. He's sowing kale, which is what he decided needed to be planted in our new garden. This is after he discovered kale smoothies, and then followed that by discovering and smoothie-ing my small kale patch to smithereens.
He's a kale addict. And he needs lots of kale to feed his habit.
Could be worse.
He planted the majority of this area with his beloved kale, and then I planted the remainder with my beloved "Three Sisters": corn, pumpkins, and pole beans. In the past I've had great results with this ages-old planting scheme used by the Native Americans and named for how the plants assist one another.
Although in this case, there wasn't nearly enough assisting going on.
The first year planting in a new garden is always iffy, and if only we'd known how hot and dry the spring would be, we might have waited until fall to plant this area.
I guess my next-to-nothing Native American ancestry wasn't enough for me to see that coming.
But I can do a mean rain dance...except clearly I forgot to do it this year.
He's a kale addict. And he needs lots of kale to feed his habit.
Could be worse.
He planted the majority of this area with his beloved kale, and then I planted the remainder with my beloved "Three Sisters": corn, pumpkins, and pole beans. In the past I've had great results with this ages-old planting scheme used by the Native Americans and named for how the plants assist one another.
Although in this case, there wasn't nearly enough assisting going on.
The first year planting in a new garden is always iffy, and if only we'd known how hot and dry the spring would be, we might have waited until fall to plant this area.
I guess my next-to-nothing Native American ancestry wasn't enough for me to see that coming.
But I can do a mean rain dance...except clearly I forgot to do it this year.
The kale grew well, but the corn dried completely up. I think there are a few beans and pumpkins straggling along, although I doubt we'll harvest much from them.
Oh well. At least the area has been cultivated, and if all goes as planned, I'll be able to sow our winter greens there later in the summer.
That's how gardening goes around here, if round one fails, there's always round two!
Maybe I can get my handsome husband back on the tractor--I'd so enjoy watching him make those rounds again!
Oh well. At least the area has been cultivated, and if all goes as planned, I'll be able to sow our winter greens there later in the summer.
That's how gardening goes around here, if round one fails, there's always round two!
Maybe I can get my handsome husband back on the tractor--I'd so enjoy watching him make those rounds again!