(not unlike watching paint dry, really, but still…)
First there was grass. There are no pictures of that. Grass is boring.
Then there was no grass:
Followed by A Crapton Of Dirt (oh! hey! if you’re in Seattle and you need some dirt delivered? Talk to Don. He was absolutely wonderful, and his prices and policies are completely reasonable.)
Some aggressive rototilling followed, once half of the dirt was in place:
(*sniff*! bye bye, flowers!)
Then there was the sad interlude when my 18 year old Kitchenaid mixer finally gave up the ghost. It might be fixable, and I’ll be taking it apart next weekend to see, but still? SADNESS.
And then! Garden! A story in thumbnail form:
(Gratuitous happy dog belongs to the neighbors) The two flats of lavender came from a really REALLY nice neighbor.
Now there are (finally!) sprouty bits! (sweet peas, beets, beets, radishes, beans, beans, peas, nasturtiums)
The rest of the things that got planted (different peas, artichokes, broccoli, leeks, garlic chives, mystery oniony-thing, celery, kohl rabi, and rainbow chard) are all doing really well except for the peas, which seem to be Not Happy. While they’re technically growing, the leaves have turned an odd shade of yellow, with reddish edges. Doesn’t look good. Nope, not at all.
Still have the raspberries and blueberries to procure and plant, and the cilantro, sage, and peonies to get into the ground. Other than that? It’s all about the waiting. Which I’m not good at. Not even a little bit good at. Nope. Not good.