Seems like it's been a long time coming...but the garden finally, finally looks like a garden. Thanks to no rain for a bit, and hard work by all (but, I must admit, mostly Will, because he does all the heavy lifting, so to speak).
We were feeling like maybe we should just hang it up for the summer garden - wait till fall planting - that would be soon enough anyway. And then the rains stopped, and then Buffy showed up to help every few days and with a lot of time and sweat, the garden took shape.
And now, we're on the verge of opening things up to our customers. A couple called yesterday; they had gone to a blueberry farm but it was closed (on a Sunday??) and they asked if we had berries...no. Blackberries? well, yes...some..uh...sure, come on over. I showed them where the blackberry row is, gave them hats and rags (for the sweat, you know) and bowls. I rummaged around and got the scale, the money box, the bags, the basket for weighing, the berry baskets. I checked the fridge to assess what I had picked that morning; yellow squash, basil...
when it was all said and done, it was a good feeling, because it was so familiar. My.Summer.Has.Arrived.
Seems like it's been a long time coming...but the garden finally, finally looks like a garden. Thanks to no rain for a bit, and hard work by all (but, I must admit, mostly Will, because he does all the heavy lifting, so to speak).
We were feeling like maybe we should just hang it up for the summer garden - wait till fall planting - that would be soon enough anyway. And then the rains stopped, and then Buffy showed up to help every few days and with a lot of time and sweat, the garden took shape. 
And now, we're on the verge of opening things up to our customers. A couple called yesterday; they had gone to a blueberry farm but it was closed (on a Sunday??) and they asked if we had berries...no. Blackberries? well, yes...some..uh...sure, come on over. I showed them where the blackberry row is, gave them hats and rags (for the sweat, you know) and bowls. I rummaged around and got the scale, the money box, the bags, the basket for weighing, the berry baskets. I checked the fridge to assess what I had picked that morning; yellow squash, basil...
when it was all said and done, it was a good feeling, because it was so familiar. My.Summer.Has.Arrived.
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