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Dirt, my therapy.

Hubby and James gopher proofing the bottom of the garden box.

       Hubby and James gopher proofing the bottom of the garden box.

My birthday present which I've named the 'Green Devil'.

My birthday present which I’ve named the ‘Green Devil’.

There’s something therapeutic about playing in the dirt.  Every year, around this time, I love to get out and work in my flower bed.  This year I have the added pleasure of planting a “real” garden in raised beds.  Last weekend the first of two raised beds was prepared and planted.  Lettuce, broccoli, spinach, cabbage, early girl tomatoes, and garlic grace the hallows of dirt.  The other bed will be home to green beans (much to my husbands dismay), sweet corn, cherry tomatoes, beefstake tomatoes, and butter nut squash (for my darling Hannah).  I’m hoping that another raised bed will appear and be home to crooked neck squash, zucchini, and lemon cucumbers.  The third bed is all dear husbands request.

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The dogs didn’t mind the empty boxes being in their space but with the planting of the first box their interests have peaked.   Sascha, my mini schaunzer, thinks the empty box is her own little mountain.  She jumps into it and stands right smack dab in the middle.  Her little face lights up and she smiles so big that her teeth show.  I’ve already lost a lettuce plant thanks to her.  I’m not quite sure if she ate it or dug it up.  My dogs actually love their veggies.  This coming weekend the wire fencing should encompass the perimeter of the beds.  Once they are surrounded, my plants will not live in fear of their lives.  That is until harvest time.

With the emergence of Spring, not only is my desire for gardening aroused but my birthday happens to show up.  I have already received my present for this year.  I bet you can’t guess what it is!  Ok, I won’t leave you in suspence.  I am the proud owner of an electric rotatiller.  My flower bed will never be the same.  Until now all the work that has been done in it has been pure blood, sweat, and tears.  The entire bed has been worked by hand.  Today, I fired (push start) my little green devil up.  The largest and emptiest part of my flower bed was worked over.  The freshly tilled dirt and steer manure are now plush beds for 12 strawberry plants, a new columbine, and a few annuals.

I’m looking forward to the weeks yet to come.  The beauty of flowers blooming and crops maturing will keep me amused and satisfied.

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