Ah, signs of Spring! Here are daffodils sprouting up alongside our house.
Early in winter, our garden was plowed. Several times in the last month or so, hubby and I have dug rocks out of the soil. Every time it rains, more rocks work their way up. And some of them are darned big.
This morning, the garden was disked. And it hit sixty degrees today. So it was the perfect day to grab the rake and get rid of roots, dirt clods, and yet more rocks in preparation for planting.
The soil in East Tennessee is good for growing crops, but you wouldn’t believe how rocky it is. Or maybe you would. Here’s the proof — the accumulation of rocks we’ve dug out over the last month or so. The dirty ones to the left are the rocks we got out today.
Here I am, raking out roots and dirt clods:
And here’s what the garden looks like now:
Still plenty of work to do, but it’s getting there. Tomorrow it’s supposed to rain, so after that, we’ll work on getting rid of yet more rocks, roots, and dirt clods. It won’t be long before we start planting.
We’re still figuring out what we want to plant, but it’ll run along the lines of potatoes, green beans, corn, peas, cucumbers, tomatoes, and perhaps some squash and broccoli. Yum! Maybe some herbs, too. I’m sure the Ballicai (otherwise known as cats) would love homegrown catnip.
And speaking of cats, here’s Snowball, who lives with a neighbor. She spends a lot of time hanging out here, though (yup, I’m a Cat Magnet), and she was a most helpful — and adorable — Gardening Assistant.
Now it’s time to return to writing: I’m working on a rewrite of Occam’s Razors, a novel I completed a couple of years ago. The story will change in one significant respect, which necessitates a change of title, and last night, the new title came to me: Patchwork Stained Glass.
Those of you who have read the first version of the book might remember the story-within-the-story of the patchwork stained glass, which I find relevant to the theme of the novel and its characters and their struggles.