Done

The Garlic is in. Thanks to my hard workin‘ girls we gotter done. Poor Dirt came out to try and help and he wiped out, lost air and couldn’t stick with us. Poor Chippy Hacky.

Any way, all the garlic is in but for some reason the count I gave you yesterday was off, oh now I remember how that happened, I have an amount that a 4×16 foot bed takes up but not all my beds were an exact four feet wide. So by the number on the bags, an exact count of the cloves I planted, six hundred thirty-six, but I do have twenty three holes that I didn’t fill yet. Remember I said that I don’t plant all the cloves in a bulb because small cloves equal small bulbs, I do have some left over cloves that aren’t too terribly small and would be worth filling in the twenty-three holes that are empty.


It was just a little before four when the sky turned bronze and I finished up the last rows of garlic and now dusk is nearly done, the light is all but gone from the sky and it is only four thirty. This is going to be a long winter. I was having a hard time today with the sun shinning, working in the dirt, the temp nearly sixty or better at times, drinking a coke, having had our ice skating freeze already, having been sick in bed already, it all added up for one of those days that made it seem like spring already! And tomorrow is the first day of winter! Yikes, I’m in trouble! I need some cold weather to return quick or I’ll never make it to May!

But now I gotta say I am headed to the tub and then to bed, I might knit a little bit although I found that knitting in the day light this morning really helped me see the yarn better. So I might find it too frustrating after my lightning speed I was able to get this morning and just sleep instead. All that to say is, no big stories today, no rants (aren’t you glad for that Dear Reader?) no long rambly post. Not that I don’t have a lot of stuff running through my brain, gardening does that for me, but I just don’t have the umph to get there this evening.

A busy week ahead for most folks I’m sure, but Dirt and I are taking our time and just walking through the week, hope everything that has to get done does and I hope that everyone has the wisdom to see what is necessary and what is not. Memory making and keeping is great, I will be the first to say that for sure, until it owns us and we become a slave to ritual. Bondage, even to what might seem like good stuff is really only bad stuff. These words I write for me not necessarily any one else. These are things I really need to remember. Tootles Dear Reader, Anna is out of the tub so now it is my turn. Yep, only one bathroom in this sweet little Farm House at Vicktory Farm and Gardens.

I’m outa the tub and taking back everything I said about going to bed at 5:40 pm the night before winter. I forgot that it is indeed tree decorating night. Dirt dug up one of my nursery trees, it fits just perfect, and I will tell you all about it tomorrow including pictures.