A few months ago I was feeling dubious about my ability to do any gardening this year and wondering if this would be the first time in forty-some years that I didn't make a garden. I still lack stamina and just walking down to and back up from the garden is a challenge, between the previously broken ankle that swells if I stand too long and the un-replaced, bone-on-bone knee that has been acting up of late.
Plus, due to a wonky back, I have for the past five or ten years done much of my gardening sitting down and scootching along on my rear end but now -- now I'm not sure if, once down, I could get back up.
It's a challenge.
Thanks however to John, who tilled up the box beds and is going to plant the tomatoes while I help, I'm back in the garden in small doses. I'm pulling weeds, setting out pepper, kale, collards, and broccoli starts, and yesterday I sowed lettuce and cucumbers, setting an empty seed packet on a trellis like a defiant flag!
(I'm not ignoring Comey's firing. When I take breaks to elevate my feet (still a necessity,) I'm glued to the internet. These are perilous times, folks, and we need to pay attention.)
