Musing on the birth of our garden…finally.

Musing on the birth of our garden…finally.

Last week while in Florida I placed a panicked call to Lofton, my garden righthand and green thumb. Was I worried if he came through the storm okay?

Yes,

and no.

I just realized May was upon us and NOTHING had been done to start the garden, other than a meager start of some transplants on the porch. Who flourished, BTW.

Lofton said folks around town had been asking him when we were going to get started on putting stuff in the ground.

Time for action.

We rented a tiller on Monday…and Lofton worked the land.

Then he came by yesterday and we headed up to Lowes.

We were trying to remember what the heck we planted last year???

Then to Southern States for seed.

Lofton went to work.

I was working too…only on the computer. See, I really couldn’t get this done without him.

 

In the foreground are all my squash, cukes and watermelon babies. They are sooo happy to finally make contact with the Georgia clay.

Well, now I have to unearth the sprinkler because that little bit of rain that came through last night was nothing more than a good spit.

My hose has holes. Got to get a new one of those.

I’m happy…we are on our way. Tomatoes, sweet potatoes, okra, corn, butter beans, field peas, yellow squash, zucchini, pole beans, assorted peppers and my little transplants.

Lord take it from here.