Monday, March 15, 2010
Last Friday I went to the garden to start getting the garden ready for my Spring plantings.
I always get overwhelmed when I go out and assess things in the garden for the first time each year. I see the weeds I didn't bother to pull up the previous fall, the tomato ties I didn't feel like cutting loose.
Then I force myself to go look at an area I really neglected and I think I really should ground myself. But I realize a better punishment would be to make myself clean the mess up.
Next I meander over to the area that will show the first signs of promise, the strawberry beds, and I start feeling hopeful.
But then I remember this and how I'm supposed to be cleaning it up.
Instead, I look and see this. I know this indiscretion must not go unpunished so I march straight into the house to confront the deliquent who didn't make sure this made it back into the trash can after a recent late-night raccoon raid.
Once in the house, some emergency arose. I know it was an emergency because I that is the only acceptable excuse for forgetting about both the Dorito bag and the raised bed that needed cleaning.
And 3 days later when I looked out the window, my laziness was not only shamed by Shawn's focus and zeal when it comes to getting things done but it was also rewarded by making the job more difficult. See the small raised bed in the upper left-hand corner? that's the neglected herb bed. My wonderful hubby considered what was left over from last year to be organic material and topped off my boxes with partially composted manure. Since that organic material was herbs and loaded with bazillions of seeds, I had to dig all that mess out from under a heap of rabbit poop. I have to say learning a hard lesson like that really stinks, in more than one way.