Billy said:

Pat Kiewicz wrote:

At least my body had the sense to break down in February, after I'd
ordered my seeds but well before I had to start them. (Staved off
a potential relapse recently but this isn't helping!)

Well, we knew we weren't going to get out of this alive. Enjoy it while
you can, for as long as you can.

My semi-retirement consists of working Fall and part of the Winter, but
it's been one thing or another in the Spring for the last 2 years. Last
year I was able to make accommodations, but this year I'm just
recovering from being sliced & diced (March, April, June).

Ah, I have been *very* lucky--I was admitted as a surgical patient, but
managed to avoid the knife.

The plants I
germinated, have mostly died by now, through neglect. I just have gotten
my runty tomatoes in the ground (6 weeks late), store bought lemon
cucumbers planted on an unused trellis, and store bought basil, potted
up.

It will be a small garden this year.

Small garden is better than no garden.

I really feel though that the anticipation of the garden has kept one
foot moving in front of the other for the last several years.

No matter what my mother ever said about me, there is no way you
can be a gardener without being an optimist.

Unless maybe you are totally delusional.

The beans will go in today :O)

Lost even more of the edamame (the north end of the fence had
yet to be reinforced). But we nailed the damned groundhog, who
fled to the south end. Almost like we planned it that way.

One last push this morning to reinforce the north end. Good thing
this happened during the Shutdown week. Too bad that it has been
so. damned. hot.

--
Pat in Plymouth MI

"Yes, swooping is bad."

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