OK, so that is not quite the lyrics, sorry Beatles. We have a string of beautiful spring days, not hot, sunny, no rain but following a good rain this week. I knew that I should be out finishing the south 1/3 of the old part of the garden, removing the spring growth of weeds and at least a thousand raspberry volunteers, but for some reason, this spring, I have just hurt. If I sit for very long, my hips and knees are stiff. My hands are more painful than they have been in prior years and the trigger finger is affecting more fingers. My neck often gets stiff. My younger brother will say that I’m just getting old. I had an episode after a visit to this property a couple months after we had purchased it that knocked me down for six weeks. I struggled to get up in the mornings, dragged through my part time retirement job and crashed and burned each afternoon when I got home. That was 10 years ago. The Doctor ran a Lyme test on me that came back negative, but he treated me with one cycle of antibiotics anyway. I have wondered over the ensuing years, if the Lyme test was a false negative. In addition to the pain and stiffness, I have developed allergies to things in the past few years.
But the garden called. If we are going to have enough produce in enough variety to feed all of us this summer and to try to put away in the freezer and canning shelves for the winter, it had to get done. We went to Panera for lunch with daughter and granddaughter and on to the local nursery to purchase a new Blueberry bush. It appeared that we lost one over the winter and there was another place in the row where I either miss spaced or another had died. While there, we picked up asparagus crowns and summer squash starts. Knowing that they needed to be planted, daughter and I tackled the old garden with fork, shovel, and gloved hands to rid the 2 long beds and 2 aisles of the unwanted greenery. At one point, every where we stuck the fork, we hit a rock. We dug and pried, even split the fiberglass handle of the fork and couldn’t budge the rock. SIL came home about the time we had finished weeding and cleaning up the piles of weeds to throw into the chicken run, providing them with a couple hundred pounds of weeds, soil, grubs and raspberry plants. He came out to see if he could help the kids load rocks into the tractor bucket and ended up finally removing the rock.
The perfect size for a seat for granddaughter. It was buried under a dozen football to bowling ball size rocks and we dug out another several larger rocks after it was out. It created a hole the length and depth of grandson.
His Mom threatened to bury him there.
There are still rocks to remove, seeds to plant and the new upper part of the garden to work.
This part is full of burdock and is rough and un-level. We will try to improve it and plant the pumpkins up there to shade it out and provide us with winter squash. The two bales of spoiled hay need to be relocated and spread in the aisles and around the rest of the tomatoes and peppers. We uncovered the blueberry bushes and discovered them full of fruit, the “dead” one had new growth at the bottom, so the new bush was planted in the space where one appeared to be missing. The apple and asian pear trees all have fruit. The garden is much larger than it used to be and I am loving the help that daughter, SIL and the grands provide in getting it ready.
Dinner has been completed and cleaned up, daughter and SIL left on a date, kids are bathed and ready for bed. I am headed off to lock up the chooks and get cleaned up myself.