(Yes, that's a song reference--google it.)
Every year I get the gardening bug--the urge to plant and grow vegetables. The seed catalogs start arriving in March and I pore over them, plotting and planning what to put where. April is still a little iffy where I live, so I wait until May to actually buy my seedlings (from a local store). A neighbor tills up the garden spot for me, I use my trusty hoe to make new homes for the seedlings; I cover them carefully with soil & finish by watering them. For a few weeks afterwards, I tend the plants almost daily, watering the thirsty little devils and removing any grass or weeds that dare poke up their heads. But about a month in, I start to lose focus. You see by then, summer hits southeast Missouri with full force, which means 90 degree temperatures and humidity levels that equal a soaked woolen blanket. Honestly, I don't know what possess me to plant a garden. I really don't have time, I don't fare well in hot/humid conditions, and let's be truthful...who wants to weed a garden, getting bitten by chiggers* after working a full-time job?? So for next year I'm going to write myself a letter, reminding myself that I really don't like working in a full-blown garden. Maybe some raised beds, or flower pots?
(*Google chiggers...horrible little buggers.)
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