Well, here in Alpharetta, Ga. it has been unseasonably cool and plenty wet, especially just when time’s available to get outside.
After a late start planting last Spring, I swore to be more timely this go round. So here I am overflowing with seedlings started weeks ago. Many of the beer cups I used are starting to become root bound, so come whatever the weather short of monsoon, stuff’s going in this weekend. The potatoes and tomatoes already in the ground have looked so lonely. Plus I can tell my wife’s tolerance in my turning her sunroom into a potting shed is getting old.
As an amusing aside, yesterday she likened summer gardening to childbirth. She’s qualified to say anything she likes after 4 boys and a girl. Anyway, some time after giving birth, the pain and discomfort of all those months seem to vanish, so much so that after a sufficient time has passed, one might even consider doing it all over again. She says that’s why we don’t do a fall garden. We first need to forget all the summer’s prolonged hard work that seems to hit us around September each year.
Lastly, I ran upon a new term the other day, which was used in one of those trendy backpacking/outdoor catalogs that portrays the models pictured in some adventurous, planet saving, activity we mere journeymen can only dream about. So I’m wondering if we have any “EXTREME GARDENERS” here. Quite a fetching title. And I do wonder if this is something a conservative can possibly even hope to aspire to someday?
LOL. I could be an EXTREME GARDENER if I wasn’t soooo lazy.LOL.
I love the title, “EXTREME GARDENERS” too. It’s pretty extreme for me to even be DOING it at all! Do I qualify? LOL!