The three most important P‘s of a gardeners life:
Planting– is all anticipation. You’ve devoured the seed catalogs, convinced yourself that this year will be different, have spent obscene amounts of time planning the design, and sharpened your tools. You’re like a ninja farmer that can beat the house odds at 21. The stars have aligned.
|All the new garden trugs lined up for my inspection- and fully planted.|
Popping– the little devils are actually showing their heads. You check on them three times a day because you have always liked to watch a pot of water come to boil. In fact, you insist on watching that damn kettle. You have the patience of Job. There is wisdom in the bubbles.
|Radishes under-planted beneath Brussels Sprout.
The herd is too thick.
Pruning– this is hard, but your momma didn’t raise a wet noodle, oh no, she raised you to practice tough love, and so you pull the weaklings, and nurture the strong. God, help the world should there ever be a dog-eat-dog crisis. You know how to weld a mean set of clippers.
|The same Radish seedlings thinned with manicure scissors.
DON’T PULL THEM OUT!
You will harm any nearby roots.
Pooping– which Baby Earl does very well,
|So comfy after doing his business in the most awesome potty any mommy could provide!
“I LOVE YOU, human mommy”
|That’s me on the way to the shed to put my tools away.|