I brought in my "greenhouse" which is nothing more than a stacked set of shelved with plastic over them, with a zippered door. I think I can get my daughter to haul in topsoil and help me load up trays. I have to get the squash families started. I am already a couple weeks behind but thats not too bad.
I decided I am going to go thru the motions. If nothing else, my niece can sell the starts at her garage sale in May. If I am lucky, I can plug them into some raised beds I hopefully can pay someone to put up if my SSDI checks get here fast enuf. I have one in the makings, setting out back, ready to be assembled.
I got cat litter buckets today from garden friends so I could plant some potatoes.
My joy comes because I havent lost hope. And because I do have faith I will still be able to garden. No considering how I feel right now, and how long lasting this ordeal has been, most other would have given up.
But I plan on eating from my back yard this year....
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Pole bachit, a lis chuye.
The field sees, the forest hears
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