Out-gardening the pro (fixed)
No, I'm not boasting. Miss June, well, she could grow anything in practically nothing and to tell you the truth, she's taken to that very task.
One of the bedrooms upstairs is now doubling as a greenhouse. There are little sprouts of this and that in this or that pot growing everyplace. I gotta give props where they're due and Miss June deserves lots of 'em.
One of the things Miss June made a point of telling me is that she's proud of me because I gave canning a shot last year and according to her, I did a good job. She really liked the barbeque sauce I made. Compliments from a professional homemaker like that make me feel good. Miss June works her butt off in the garden each year and I love her to pieces for it.
But then there's me. I'm stupid. I know not a lot about gardening. I know more this year than last because of trial and error. And I know some things work better than others. I already wrote a story about the hickeylooper. Poor hickeylooper needs parts and maybe I'll be able to add that to the stuff that needs fixin'. It'll still work, though.
I mentioned all this to tell y'all that I out-grew the old lady! She doesn't know it yet, and I had absolutely nothing to do with it! Seriously, I had nothing to do with it. I put some seeds in the ground that didn't grow all that well during the summer and fall. They were carrots and I just let them be. Until today.
None of the carrots did well last year, but this year I dug up about a half a tall kitchen trash bag full of them. The ones June planted are still too small to dig. Still growing, but too small to dig. As for mine?
They're peeled and ready to be blanched and sucky-saved. I'm getting a lot of use out of that Christmas gift. So why am I not doing it instead of talking about it?
I worked last night.
I need a break.
And then I have to go do a minutia of grocery shopping later. I'm having carrots for dinner. I don't know what we're having with carrots yet, but something yummy.
Oh, yes, and the most important thing. Thank you God, for the abundant and unexpected spring harvest of carrots and the turnips, too (I forgot about the turnips). And thank you, Lord, for Miss June, too.
One of the bedrooms upstairs is now doubling as a greenhouse. There are little sprouts of this and that in this or that pot growing everyplace. I gotta give props where they're due and Miss June deserves lots of 'em.
One of the things Miss June made a point of telling me is that she's proud of me because I gave canning a shot last year and according to her, I did a good job. She really liked the barbeque sauce I made. Compliments from a professional homemaker like that make me feel good. Miss June works her butt off in the garden each year and I love her to pieces for it.
But then there's me. I'm stupid. I know not a lot about gardening. I know more this year than last because of trial and error. And I know some things work better than others. I already wrote a story about the hickeylooper. Poor hickeylooper needs parts and maybe I'll be able to add that to the stuff that needs fixin'. It'll still work, though.
I mentioned all this to tell y'all that I out-grew the old lady! She doesn't know it yet, and I had absolutely nothing to do with it! Seriously, I had nothing to do with it. I put some seeds in the ground that didn't grow all that well during the summer and fall. They were carrots and I just let them be. Until today.
None of the carrots did well last year, but this year I dug up about a half a tall kitchen trash bag full of them. The ones June planted are still too small to dig. Still growing, but too small to dig. As for mine?
They're peeled and ready to be blanched and sucky-saved. I'm getting a lot of use out of that Christmas gift. So why am I not doing it instead of talking about it?
I worked last night.
I need a break.
And then I have to go do a minutia of grocery shopping later. I'm having carrots for dinner. I don't know what we're having with carrots yet, but something yummy.
Oh, yes, and the most important thing. Thank you God, for the abundant and unexpected spring harvest of carrots and the turnips, too (I forgot about the turnips). And thank you, Lord, for Miss June, too.
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