I guess I should post this at Christmas, but I felt like posting it today.
A Polaroid moment when I was four.
Funny how little red wagons are all the rage in gardens now.
Great for hauling plants, tools, whatever.
I wish I had a digital camera so I could better keep you posting on the activity in my garden.
I hope to buy a camera in July.
But it's hard to adequately explain the excitement I feel when I see little green shoots breaking the soil.
Wednesday at dusk, I went out to water.
I really soaked the ground where my asparagus was planted.
But inwardly I was thinking, "gosh, is this ever going to come up?"
I mean, did I water too much and the crowns rotted?
Did I water too shallow and the water didn't penetrate the soil?
Did I wait too long to plant?
But overnight, six tiny asparagus shot up a full three inches!
I was giddy when I saw them--it's like coins falling out of your Keno machine in Vegas!
(although I heard the slots don't do that anymore. Shame. That was the best part).
Let's hope Mr. Snail doesn't slither out to that part of the yard...