My youngest has been sick which has sucked for all of us. I had to rely on the kindness of friends to get my kids to Hebrew school and to feed us all yesterday. Today, she was feeling well enough for us to run to the store to grab a few things. It was supposed to be a trip just to buy supplies to unstuck the drain. Instead, it turned into a whole gardening extravaganza.
I noticed the small garden that borders the walkway had invited a whole host of weeds in to stay a while. Oh no! We needed to put an end to that quickly, before more potential buyers stop by for tea.
So, after we found the drain snake and the liquid drain degunker, we wandered into the garden section. I had a $50 gift card that I won, so we grabbed a few plants. Then we found others on sale, so we grabbed some more. My gift card plus $30 later, we had enough to start on the garden...at 7 pm at night.
So, we threw common sense (and bedtime) to the wind, turned on the hose, and played in the dirt.
I realized the two bushes closest to the house were a lost cause and dug them up. I'm quite proud of myself over that. It wasn't a small feat.
Speaking of "feat," after I dug up the first one, there was a gigantic hole which filled with water. I dug up the other one and my mind wandered far away from the hole. My feet, however, not so much. I wound up slipping and my foot fell into the hole. I was in muddy water up to my knee.
We got most of the weeds pulled and all the plants planted. We also got all the feet, hands, and everything in between completely covered in mud.
I am not anything remotely resembling a gardener. We've been able to grow a minuscule amount of our own veggies on occasion (until the summer rains come and wash them away) and if a plant requires little to no attention, it can sometimes escape my brown thumb. Still, I do so enjoy playing in the mud and watching things grow.