It’s after work—because I am not a morning person. I always say I would be a terrible farmer because I can’t kill the rabbits, chipmunks, and mice, but it’s really the sleep requirements. After all of the getting-home chores, it is dark, and there will be no garden work today, but I can always shine my phone and pick some herbs—one of the pleasures of an established garden.
If only to keep records for the vegetable garden, I want to get back here and keep the blog going, but cooking generally prevails. Whether from the garden or not, it’s a production. Then I have to get to yoga or pilates with some kind of regularity, or I won’t be able to do the physical work of gardening (or anything else). If you’re going to ride a bike to work, you have to unpack the work clothes, do the laundry. Then there is the cat, who is not long for the world, and if you have been there with a pet, you know those chores.
But there are greens growing. Maybe I’ll get the greenhouse or row covers out so they will have more of a chance. Maybe I’ll test my microclimate and see how cold tolerant tat soi really is. I’ve got *just enough time to get those bulbs planted. The garden can still grow and change, but it is also at a point where I can just stare at it and not only think of how much work I have to do. Or maybe it was me that changed on that part.
Thanks to Gayla at You Grow Girl for alerting me to NaBloPoMo which makes me think of a funny jazz song, but is actually National Blog Posting Month. I’m certain I can’t make a post a day, but I am definitely feeling recommitted. And I’ve got greens to fertilize.