Gardening
I'm still stalling at the ranch. Not literally. I've been pretty much avoiding the stalls, but they are there and in want of attention, if I want to get literal in my stalling.
One of the contractors Hubs has hired here tilled up a garden spot near the house a few weeks back. He likes the guy enough that I think he was just trying to fatten their relationship in asking him to do the tilling. Whatever Hubs's reason, the past few mornings have found me fit enough to crave exercise to counter the weeks of convelescanse. My nose is still too tender for a proper blowing and the cut on the inside of my lip is still healing, but the injuries from the dog trip seem to have turned a corner to more healed than sore. Shaping beds into the tilled square have made the ideal exercise.
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a little seeding now could make an enjoyable visit in a few months, say an August Feast? Have fun in the sun and dirt.
So what grows best in the dirt there? I am so ready for dirt therapy.
"Dirt Therapy?" For me, dirt (not to be confused with household dander) is a daily nutritional requirement.
Good question on what grows best in this dirt. For sure it grows world class hamburgers. I've never planted here on the southern tip of The Great Plains before. There's allot more ranching than farming in this neighborhood. But. . . It's a 21st house garden. Pamper it enough and you can grow orchids in Michigan and apples in the desert.
But. . . I'm just shaping beds. I'm still hoping to make it back to the river region soon before plants can mature.
Bean sprouts grow fast in a jar. I love them on salad. The jar is easy to transport to the river region.