Today, I dug weeds, well specifically sprouted grass clumps that came from some of the mulch I put on the garden this year. Then I raked up half of the mulch into a pile so I can till that part of the garden.
It has been so warm and dry these last few weeks that I had to water my kale, carrots, parsnips, sprouting broccoli and two brussels sprout plants.
I figure if I work another couple of hours, I'll be ready to fire up the rototiller and put my garden to bed.
There are many oak leaves to rake also. They are starting to take over the lawn. I want to get them up while they are nice and dry and light.
At the end of some gardening seasons in the past, I am so wearied to death of the whole thing, I almost promise myself not to grow another garden…. EVER!
But this year was such a blessing, [though a boat load of work!] that even in this clean up period, I'm already flexing my check writing fingers to order next year's seeds.
I paused in my gardening today long enough to bake some white bread for my dad.
Turns out I'll have a couple of loaves for myself.
Some of this bread will be made into french toast.
I'm usually a whole wheat kind of person.
But french toast requires white bread in my world.
So I'm all set...
Somebody get the eggs.
I'll heat up the skillet.
Somebody get the eggs.
I'll heat up the skillet.