Sunday, April 5, 2009

Weekend Update

Added about 3 cubic feet of compost and created 3 out of the 6 chicken wire fences for the garden. I was worried it would look terrible, but it actually doesn't look that bad. I don't know how to add, so I need to get 9 more boards to finish the fencing. It almost irritates me that we have a dog because I wouldn't need to do through so much trouble to keep him out. I could just plant.

On the upside, I've now used a drill for the first time in my life. I'm less afraid of power tools now that the magic has gone out of them. "I am woman, here me roar with this drill" and all that.

Bought some plants for the front yard and a miniature blueberry bush that is for a container. I want to research rasberry and blackberry plants that might thrive in containers as well. It be righteous to have most of our fruit taken care of in our own garden.

Tonight I put in 3 types of peas, spinach, chard, radishses, carrots, and a bunch of loose-leaf lettuce. I hope some of it sprouts. I'm fairly nervous about planting seeds directly. I'm worried that nothing will happen.

Speaking of planting seeds directly, the romaine and mild peppers have sprouted in the plastic greenhouse. I'll transplant them in bigger pots in a few weeks and put them in the window to see what happens. I'll be totally stoaked if I can start my seeds from scratch without worrying about buying grow lights and heat mats. I know they'll have to come the more serious I get, but for now, it makes me happy. I'm like a 5 year-old with this whole process. There is something completely mindblowing about putting seeds into dirt and seeing them become live plants in less than a week. I don't know how anyone takes that for granted.

Nothing really to report. Got a few bids on Ebay going for a cheese press. Made some godawful Indian food. Got a potroast going for later this week. I'm fairly uninspired to be in the kitchen right now. It's time to start the sourdough and hopefully get some love back.

I'm feeling fairly uninspired in general. 12 days until I turn 35. I'm in such a funk over it that I'm just counting the days until it passes so I can feel some joy in something again. Maybe I'll skydive.

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