I Have A Hoe…
…and I’m not afraid to use it.
I was on my way to run errands when I heard a crew of honey bees doing their thing. Caught that little guy and his wares making his way from one blossom to the next.
This is a portion of the yard I’ve not shown before. Not in full, anyway. And, as you can see, it’s an area better kept out of the camera’s eye. What you see there is an apple tree, too much overgrowing grass, and a fine batch of raspberry bushes.
Here’s the entrance to the patch. I took off the gate a few years ago and put it on another section of fence. I think the former owners used it as a dog run. I’d have kept it on for the Golden Recliner…but that’d require actually running and, um…yeah no.
I spent Memorial Day weekend attacking that area with a hoe and a favorite weeding tool, and one thing led to another.
A few hours later, I’d cleared the path, divested the raspberry patch of enough bind weed to choke a DC-10 engine, and uncovered patches of ground I intend for strawberries, sunflowers, and, I think, blueberries. That is, if I can hunt some down at the nursery.
I was pruning, digging, and throwing out all kinds of plants and bulbs and finding a great deal of satisfaction in being Judge and Jury. That is, You Grow There If I Decide You Grow There.
I happen to like that about gardening.
And I happen to like a verdant yard with enough going on to keep me not just busy…but deeply satisfied.
It was in the middle of a good hour and a half weeding the vegetable garden on Sunday morning that I realized my hands in the soil and my soul in the work is all the church I need.
Or want.
Amen to that.
Amen.
ditto