S and I moved to the house next door last weekend. Of course it was a pain in the ass primarily because S loves antique furniture. I don't understand the appeal of old furniture when they are so heavy and cumbersome as most of them tend to be.
Anyways, it was a long weekend, and lots of lifting and walking. But the move's finally over, and today I went to school with a sore body and an absent mind. When I came back, and was fretting over the miserable state of my neglected garden overgrown with weeds. Oh, and the deers ate the bean stalks growing on the wire fence. I finally realized why people love venison so much :P. Anyways, while I was counting my losses, and plucking the remnants of the beans, I decided to go through the garden just like that. And that's when I saw the first one. I had planted some potatoes for the shoots which I love; but S had pointed out that the potato shoots are toxic. In any case, I had forgotten about them totally...but then I saw the first tuber peeking out...and when I checked for them...there were quite a few of them...all in all, I excavated 17 potatoes....and they looked real pretty. The first good harvest from my garden.
It feels great!
5 years ago
