AMKuska
Garden Master
To say the least, life has been strange for the last week or so. I went shopping Sunday (the last time I will go for some weeks) and had to visit 3 different stores to get things like milk, butter, and bread. (I found yeast at my local corner store, of all places.) Schools are shut, but also so is every kind of entertainment for two kids. On top of this, knowledge floods out of my son's brain like water through a strainer if he's not working, so letting him slack off for 6 weeks is not an option.
My work is over the internet, and it has picked up dramatically in that week. Everybody want an article written for their blog on covid-19. Everybody. EVERYBODY. They also all want express service which means sometimes I'm up till midnight getting them written, and then cleaning up the chaos of the house, and then tomorrow its back to 6 hours of education.
Today during 'recess' I potted up some tomato starts and got a new bed ready for peas. It was really pleasant to work in the dirt and know that no matter how crazy things get, there'll be a nice salad or a stir-fry in just a few months. Count on it.
While potting up the tomatoes, my daughter shoved her way past me into the greenhouse. She's not allowed in there without me, but before I could fetch her out she emerged again with a vile of old seeds in each hand, and marched right back out into the yard. She went out to the old chicken coop, sat down, and started planting. I guess I'll let her do it. Maybe we all need a stress garden.
My work is over the internet, and it has picked up dramatically in that week. Everybody want an article written for their blog on covid-19. Everybody. EVERYBODY. They also all want express service which means sometimes I'm up till midnight getting them written, and then cleaning up the chaos of the house, and then tomorrow its back to 6 hours of education.
Today during 'recess' I potted up some tomato starts and got a new bed ready for peas. It was really pleasant to work in the dirt and know that no matter how crazy things get, there'll be a nice salad or a stir-fry in just a few months. Count on it.
While potting up the tomatoes, my daughter shoved her way past me into the greenhouse. She's not allowed in there without me, but before I could fetch her out she emerged again with a vile of old seeds in each hand, and marched right back out into the yard. She went out to the old chicken coop, sat down, and started planting. I guess I'll let her do it. Maybe we all need a stress garden.