I've been digging. Here a little dig. There a big dig. All over the yard, both front and back.
The last several days I've focused on finding shady spots for potted succulents in the backyard. Those parched guys looked so happy and relaxed after a few hours in the shade absorbing a long drink of water. I've also been digging beds for the extra bean, tomato, and pepper seedlings that sprouted. I can't bring myself to throw them out. They deserve a chance to produce fruit, too.
The Husband built a trellis for the beans to climb. Pretty cool, huh. Mama would've given him a giggle, grin, and an extra nod of well done.
This morning I dug the biggest bed for the tomato and pepper seedlings. Double dig, work in soil amendment, turn soil one more time, and let rest for tomorrow's planting. Daddy would've been proud, by golly, by gee that I paid attention to how he prepared the land for his vegetable garden. That's a story for another day.
Digging, shovels, irrigation pipes, fields of growing vegetables. I saw that firsthand between the ages of five and 10, more or less, when I hung out with Daddy. He was hired by local farmers to irrigate their fields. It was just Daddy and me, all day, from before the sun rose and sometimes to right after it set. I loved those times. Yes, another story or two for another day.
I dig that Molly is usually nearby while I dig.
So there you go. That's what I've been playing at lately. Digging in the yard.
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