Remember the last time I posted, about a week and a half ago, when I said that the previous week had been the longest week ever? I was wrong. Last week, when Boyfiend and I were both sick with the same damn things the kids were miserable with the week before was the longest week ever. Last week, when we should have been drinking and gardening and gallivanting and generally just enjoying each other and margaritas, we were feverish (me) and sinus-infected (him) and just plain miserable taking care of kids that were pretty much fine.
We made it out of the house for seder on Wednesday and dinner with friends on Thursday but we really weren’t ourselves. Then we had Easter festivities on Saturday but neither of us were well enough to drink and enjoy them. Yesterday was the first day I felt almost normal. Boyfiend is still on the mend and I still have a touch of the old whiskey and cigarettes (fine, phlegm) voice and now spring break is over and he’s back to work.
Somehow Boyfiend managed to suffer through his illness and put together and fill the Square Foot Garden boxes. We have one box planted with strawberries, lettuce, spinach, and broccolini. The two remaining boxes are ready to be planted. The basil seeds I’d given up on finally sprouted and I have more seeds to start and more to plant after the last spring frost. I haven’t yet plotted out the remaining garden boxes, and I have more seeds to order. I think I’m going to try fava beans and watermelon in addition to the plants I’ve had success with in the past.
Today a woman walking down the street complimented me on the tulips in my yard. They really do brighten up a rainy, miserable day.
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