Or this post could be entitled, "Gardening Is More Than Picking The Peas."
As you gardeners know, there's lots of work to be done in the garden even before those little seeds go into the ground.
We were blessed with another bee-yew-tiful day yesterday and we took advantage of it.
Papa Pea finished the work on getting a replacement raised bed frame in place. (One down, seven to go . . . for this season!)
Me and my trusty spading fork worked at digging quack grass out of the raised beds.
A typical quack grass root on steroids.
Hubby tilled the expanded berry area for the third time this spring.
Then he picked up rocks in the area . . . for the third time this spring.
I worked on tilling around the edges of the field garden trying to convince the encroaching sod that I'm stronger (and more determined) than it is.
My body held out just fine. Until I laid down in bed last night. Then my back said, "Zing! Screeeeech! Cr-a-a-a-mp! Yowzer!" I did a couple of good (gentle) stretching exercises while lying there and settled down with my book. Next thing I knew, hubby was removing the upright book from my hands, glasses from my nose and asking, "How do you remain in that position while sound asleep?"
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