Getting Dirty
Spring means dirt.
And lately, the hands have been awfully dirty.
First Olaiya's new pad needed a garden installed so Eric, Silvio, Diane, Andres, Molly and Walter all helped her build some raised planting beds using an abandoned stack of chimney bricks. Then we filled 'em with several yards of topsoil. Olaiya's resplendent table will soon feature her own homegrown tomatoes, fennel, salad greens, bush beans, golden beets and more.
Then Otis wanted to surprise her parents with some gardening efforts. So, while they were away, we rocked their Lake Forest Park estate: repairing rotten deck planks, tearing out blackberry infestation, weeding beds, planting flowers, and power washing everything. Otis's slide show can be found here.
I've barely had any energy left for SOFTBALL... my life's greatest passion... but we're 3-0 even with Olaiya and I being tired and sore for all the recent games!
Labels: Dear Diary
2 Comments:
That is one menacing gardener.
Weren't plannin' on rabbit stew, but if someone keeps messin' with my carrots someone's gonna be treadin' water come suppertime...
Guerrilla gardening is the best kind!
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