A Week Alone in the Garden

                Mark has been gone for a week; he went home for a funeral and to catch up with friends and family. The time has been a revelation; I have realized how I was able to go through grad school while working full time—I lived by myself. There are hours more in the evening when I am on my own. Dinner is simpler; oddly enough, I spend less time on-line; I can focus my attentions on one thing after another.  No one interrupts my train of thought. It has been a very productive week. It does not hurt that it is peak garden planting time and the weather has been lovely as well. I don’t think I would be so peaceful and focused if it had rained all week.

                In the last week, I have:

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    Planted out the tomatoes with cages.

·         Laid all of the hoses, in all of the beds.

·         Planted some new herbs, bought at the Thyme Garden last Sunday.

·         Planted the bean bed and the corn patch.

·         Mowed and trimmed the back yard.

·         Pruned the grape vines over the dining room door.

·         Planted the roots—parsnips, carrots, and beets.

·         Transplanted herbs in the greenhouse.

·         Cleaned up the berry alley.

·         Repainted a beehive roof.

·         Hived another swarm of bees.

·         Maybe convinced the chickens that they can lay eggs on the right side of the fence.

·         Cleaned the brambles out of the back alley.

·         Cleaned out the recycling pile.

·         Looked for a new birdbath (failed there, so far).

I’ve also been to two council meetings, taught school, met with several people on city issues, and spent two hours at Government Corner on Saturday,  eaten a lot of asparagus,  and finished two books, as well as spent several hours, at least, staring into space. It’s been a good week.