Growing

It is a humble garden this week.  Humble in that the plants are small.  The scarecrow is big.  And the foundation is well laid.

Poor Razor has been working his fingers to the bone.  I do help him from time to time and probably more so this year than most.  But I have this thing. 

This thing that causes my family to call me the snake whisperer.

You see, nearly every time I'm working in the yard I see a snake.  Some small.  Others not so small.  And often times they slither right between my legs.  

I don't care for snakes much.

Razor hasbeen at it for many, many weeks.  Early spring included these asparagus and rhubarb. 

And although the onions and potatoes are the only things that are looking big and bountiful at this point, we know that our time is coming.  And thanks to all this much needed early work, our entire summer shouldn't be spent weeding.

Just picking and eating and canning and freezing.

Preferably without the snakes.

-dana