It’s gardening season again. Last year we had good succcess with the four beds we planted after rescuing them from the blackberry vines. Good success, that is, until the deer got in to our make-shift fence. This year we are putting up a real fence. And Marc has more than doubled our garden size. I am excited.
My back wasn’t as excited after a couple hours of pick-axing last weekend but I know it’s for a good cause.
Marc has been the primary engine on this project. He has shredded his arms and legs trying to get rid of the pervasive blackberry bushes.
The fence you see in front of Marc is all gone now and we’re going to put up the new fence this weekend. Hurray!
Spring has really sprung and we are loving the daffodils and the start of the Farmer’s Market again. Our house seems to have added an extra room as we scurry out on the deck when there is sunshine.
Clothes go back on the line and are mostly dry when I pull them in at night. I’m excited for that fresh-air scent as I pull a shirt on. And one thing I’m really excited about is not washing cloth diapers this summer! Yay Gabrielle!
Marc has an array of seeds to plant and he knows just where every single one of them is going. I stick to what I’m good at. Weeding. And eating!
We plant and mulch and weed and are loving this season.