It's been a rough last two weeks - OK, maybe more like three weeks. I haven't written a word except for the two or three posts here. And I feel very unhappy about it. There's something about the creative process that makes me feel more like me.
I haven't been writing, but we did some work in the garden - by this I mean I told my kids where to put the planters on the deck. I taught them how to turn soil in the raised garden in the yard and how to transplant strawberry plants since my back is hurting again. They did a great job with no complaints. I'll post pictures later.
I know when most people think of gardens they think flowers. Not me. I think vegetables fruit - we bought a cherry tree, but apparently I need to buy another so they can make babies together. We planted lots of vegetables from seed - carrots, a variety of herbs, spinach, chard, and magic beans (pintos, black, navy, great northern, and chili beans). My little guy is hoping for a really huge beanstalk. Me too.
We just need to wait a few weeks to plant tomatoes, eggplant, green beans, squash, zucchini, and lots of peppers.
I'm usually disappointed with container gardens. I always have an image in my mind of how pretty it will be, but it never matches my vision. This year it all looks great. The only problem we ran into was the price at the garden store for new containers, garden fencing, a plant table, and a really cute bird bath with a planter under it.
Even though this gardening work was creative and fun, it wasn't as good as writing. Not even close. So today or tomorrow, as soon as my mind clears up from lack of sleep, I'm going to dive back in.
Thanks so much for your support and for listening to me whine for the last few weeks.