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Aug 222012
 

 

Earlier this week, I was out poking around in the garden and saw that everyone was growing happily, but otherwise not much was going on. The tomato plants are showing the first signs of tomatoes, the cucumbers had lots of flowers and the beans were just beginning to develop. All good and nothing much to worry about right.

The very next day, Sweetie poked his nose into the garden and asked when I was planning to harvest the cucumbers.

“When they are ready.” I told him.

“I think they’re ready.”

Jun 152012
 

This summer, I have decided to make a go of being a professional writer and urban farmer. Normally I would work summer school and pretend that I would use my extra free time to do more writing, but it never seemed to work out like that. For one thing, summer school means getting up early and heading off to work, just like the regular school year. No time for gardening in the cool morning air that way. Returning home at noon doesn’t help – it’s hot then. Besides the kids have to get in a full day’s worth of behaviors in just half a day, so I’d get home feeling like I’d worked a full day already so doing any kind of yard work in the heat of the afternoon wasn’t all that appealing. Writing didn’t happen all that much in those days either. I had to recover from working you see. Then I had to get the yard and housework done – which meant more procrastinating. Before I knew it, it was dark, the lawn still needed to be mowed and I hadn’t written a single word.