If Noah rang my doorbell with the arc parked out front, it would not surprise me. It has rained here for the last 40 days & 40 nights. Okay, I exaggerate. It has rained for the past two weeks, before that it was snowing. Sigh. Life in Minnesota. For goodness grief, I still have two wool blankets on my bed.
Last Saturday was particularly cruel. The sun would come out and it would shine. You would quickly scramble to do one of a hundred things on your “to do” list that was been put on hold during the weather. You would get outside tools in hand….and even a bit of a smile on your face…..and down would come the rain. The rain would be falling at the same time the sun was shining and there wasn’t even a rainbow. This is character building weather.
Ok, so now you know my mood. I got defiant. I ran outside with my shovel and it started to rain….and I decided I didn’t care. I was digging, by George, rain or shine.
I turned over the sod for my new garden. It is ¾ the originally planned size due to the discovery of an electrical pipe (I knew it was there, just not angled in the way it was - see the little patch where I had to replace sod - oops). After many calls I had decided earlier in the week that renting a tiller was beyond the scope of my capabilities and not worth the effort. For the record, I may not have been correct on this. Hand digging a garden is a lot of work…..3 hours worth.
At any rate, now the garden is dug. The sod sits on a pile…because it is raining too hard to apply a spray of RoundUp. Enough already, I want to plant the rest of my veggies.