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Garden ToesMy nicely groomed toes have become a casuality of gardening – they have become Garden toes. Garden toes is the singular condition where no matter what kind of footware you wear, you end up with dirt all over your toes and spending time soaking/scrubbing  in the tub because you’re so tired from working in the garden that you can’t stand up.

But you know, repeated cases of garden toes are completely worth it. There is nothing more rewarding than eating fresh produce that you grew yourself.


This has been a really good weekend. Thursday night I stayed up late because I was talking with a friend on Facebook. I got up mid morning on Friday and went and got the tire fixed and then worked in the garden. R stayed at his place Friday night because he had to work on his mom’s van. I needed to finish some stuff up over in the garden so I brought him breakfast and coffee and then went down to his mom’s and worked in the garden a couple of hours. After I finished up with that, I went back down to his place and got cleaned up for my massage.

I had a 2 hour massage yesterday and the guy gave me the best massage I have had in a long time. He really knew when to move deeper over the muscle and got several things to release! After that I went to the store and picked up groceries for dinner last night, the cake and pasta I wanted to make for R’s birthday, and stuff for one other thing I wanted to make this week (cabbage rolls). I cooked a NY Strip Steak and then split it between salads for R and myself. Then after dinner, I started making birthday cake.

R ended up going to bed around 10:30 and it was around 12 before I went to sleep. I got up this morning at 8 and puttered a bit, then around 9 I started getting things ready for frosting the cake and making the pasta for dinner tonight. I made a 3 cheese penne pasta with Turkey Sauasage, green pepper, onion, and cherry tomato halves. It was delish.

R and I got cleaned up, cuddled a bit, then headed over to his mom’s. Mrs. B and I did a little bit in the garden while the pasta was heating up in the oven. R worked on his mom’s tiller. Poor Durl didn’t know where to go – her three favorite people were outside with her and she had a hard time choosing which one to pay attention to.

After dinner, we went back outside and when R finished up with the tiller, he mowed the grass where my corn patch is going to be, and then tilled it for me. R absolutely despises gardening but he did it because he knows it makes me happy. At one point this afternoon, my heart was welling up because I know R really loves me.

So tomorrow after work, I’ll be back over there, cleaning out the grass and stuff and added things to the soil to make it ready for more crops. I’m so stinking excited I can hardly stand it.

Sunday I went over with R to his mom’s for dinner. Mrs. B has been kind enough to let me have a small plot of land on her property for a garden.
So part of my Sunday afternoons are spent “working the land” so to speak. I’m actually pretty proud of my little garden. The broccoli is coming along nicely and I actually have little teeny heads on the plants.

My Romaine lettuce should be ready to harvest in the next few weeks. The plants are about six or so inches tall now.

I have some mixed lettuce in the other row. It should be about ready by the time I’m done with the romaine.

My beets are doing nicely too.

But the really fun thing is that when I got done hauling in the bag of newspaper and getting settled at Mrs. B’s for my bit of gardening. I came out to find these wonderful blue paisley, leather-palmed gardening gloves.


I love the turquoise and tan cuff.

And they look smashing with my blue chambray shirt.