I've spent a week doing the absolute minimum (ok, except for the trail maintenance on Sunday) and sitting around reading a WHOLE lot. I'm sick of it and want to feel better. Or motivated. Or something. Girl. Help. I'm a slug.
I know there was an actual illness of some kind involved, but. I need to get some stuff DONE.
I did get myself going and get out to the garden for a couple hours. Thankfully it was neither raining nor sunny, but pleasantly overcast and cool.
The spinach, radishes, and peas are overrun with weeds, so I cleared some of that out and fed the weeds to the chickens. May have been a delicious slug or two in there, who knows. Thinned the newly-germinated carrots, that only want to grow in tight clumps. It is frustrating weeding such tiny plants with the tips of two fingers!
A row of asparagus planted last spring is up and doing well. The next row over, planted at the same time, has only one sprout up. ?? The plants I put in last week are well sprouted down at Home Farm, and much smaller here. Even though these were planted two days before those. Gardening is a perpetual mystery. I weeded in there, too, trying to be very careful not to break any delicate asparagus stalks.
English bluebells, however, LOVE it here.