Getting Ready to Garden-Bunnies Beware

I know-it’s only January 3rd. But, it’s never too early to start planning your garden. I’ve been thumbing through my Gurney’s and Baker’s Creek Catalogues, spending hours plotting and scheming.

I’m such an organizing freak, that I made an excel spreadsheet outlining what plants and seedlings I would be buying, along with the planting schedules, cost and soil needs.

I know-I’m a Class A Nerd. And I’m ok with that.

A wonderful reader-Janice-sent me Baker’s Creek Heirloom Seed Catalogue last year-along with a bunch of seeds. I was so ecstatic to try things last year that I normally wouldn’t, that I went about my garden tossing seeds *to and fro.

Who knew that Biceps and I would love okra so stinkin’ much. I’m planting double this year. And, I’m adding cauliflower. Yum.

(*Actually, all seeds were carefully placed into the soil and no seeds were harmed during my skipping and frolicking while wearing these cute green clogs.)

Look at this beautiful soil, just ready and willing to grow yummy vegetables.

My Spinning Composter is filled to the brim and ready to fertilize my soil-naturally.
My Rain Barrels are full and ready to offer free rainwater for the garden.
The dutch clover is protecting my soil from erosion and is going to be a lovely green fertilizer come this spring.

Now, all I have to do is wait and soon, I will have this. But for now, I will enjoy the canned produce, yummy salsa and jalapeno jelly from last year’s harvest.

And, I will wait patiently (somewhat) for the new planting season-when I brush off aforementioned cute green clogs and get down and dirty with my seedlings.

So, bunnies-BEWARE. Your time of bouncing through my vacant garden willy nilly is coming to an end. Enjoy it now, furballs. Enjoy it now.

How are you planning for your garden?

Gardening-What a Load of Poop!

“Why do I do the things I don’t want to do and don’t do the things I want to do?”-Apostle Paul, after unloading 1600 pounds of manure by himself to fertilize the Garden of Gethsemane, 60 A.D..

I could have waited for Bicep’s help-waited for his biceps. But that man works so hard already, I thought I would save him this little bit of trouble.

Which turned out not being a “little bit of trouble”.
The sweet old van was loaded down with the 1600 pounds of poop-and I tried backing up our drive per usual (“for quick get-aways”, according to Biceps).

The trailer hitch scraped at the steep concrete, screaming at me to stop. My neighbors flocked outdoors, mouths agape, wondering what that weirdo girl was up to again.

So, I quit my dog and pony show and parked on the street instead.

This was my means of transportation for every last pound of poop.

This incline on my driveway was my arch nemesis to the caravan of crap.

This was my support team throughout the ordeal.

These were the remaining bags as I neared halfway through the poop cartel.

This is my political statement towards how our government is being run today-“A disbursement of a lot of crap!”.

This was my view as I dropped the last bag, covered in a lot of sweat and a bit of poop, wishing for a hot shower and a cold beverage. My mood was in the pooper, my muscles felt like crap and I wondered if all of this composting business was just a pile of manure.

My neighbor called from across the fence and shouted, “What a load of sh**!”. Which of course made me laugh and made the entire ordeal humorous and worth sharing with you all.