Last week I was working like a busy beaver on the raised beds — dragging the boards home, painting them with linseed oil, flipping them, painting the other side, and finally painting them green. Over the weekend my husband helped me assemble them, and yesterday I wedged them into their spots. Now I’ll just need to fill them and I’ll be ready to roll.
I planted some lettuce (mesclun) in my existing bed but I’ll wait till
The weather was a tease all last week: warm, but intermittently rainy, so I never knew how much time I had to prep the boards. Sunday was perfect — sunny, mild — so we had a good time working in the yard.
All of us, that is, except for Hambet. Poor kid, all his efforts at yardwork were thwarted by his unfeeling parents. Don’t pour all the grass seed out at once! No digging holes in the lawn! No rocks in the garden! No waving rakes in the air! Bricks are not for throwing!
Finally we gave him the hose, and that put a smile back on his face (and the cold, cold water dripping down Daddy’s back.) Note to self, Hambet needs boots ASAP.
Maybe next year he’ll be able to follow directions well enough to have his own little planter to tend.