Day four or five of being crusty with soil and even I, who revel in the smell of earth am getting tired of being dirty.
Halfway around the house in trimming. The rhododendrens saved for last because they absolutely must be done so I won’t be tempted to give up too soon before they are. Then the garden in the front and around the barn. And then, the so-called English garden on the hill. By then, I’m sure, it will be time to head back to the vegie garden to weed again.
Dead-tired like nothing else can make you feel. Using every muscle in your body. Showering afterwards, and it too is refreshing and envigorating as never any other time can make you feel.
But the beans are in, and twelve more pepper plants. And the yellow squash, bless them, are poking through the soil.
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