Fingers Crossed Weekend Recap

Good Monday to you fine party people!  I hope you got to enjoy the mid-May weekend.  We kind of did.  What was not in the brochure was a nice power outage Friday at lunchtime just as the Mr was trying to cook his egg in the microwave.  While he hooked up the Bluetti's to the fridge and crockpot (kicking myself for not doing that Thursday), I put his egg on a small cookie sheet and put it over two candles and covered it with another cookie sheet.  It might take 3 hours but if you think with the price eggs that we're losing that thing, nope!  😝

Welp, I was finally able to transplant the wee (and not so wee) seedlings to their permanent homes.  I was basically forced out there due to the power outage Friday but thankfully it wasn't oppressively hot.  I got the clematis' potted up to bigger pots, sweet peas transplanted, my herb pot together and the zinnias and snapdragons in the wall planter.  Thankfully the electricity came back on by 4pm so we could go back in and I was satisfied with the progress made but could also feel my body stiffening up already.  We grabbed a chicken and steak bowl and celebrated Grandma's birthday.

Saturday I woke up with a headache.  It decided to hang on basically all day.  We went out and grabbed lunch and drove around some old haunts.  I wasn't up to going home yet so suggested we find some water to gaze upon and zone out.  Given the season, we knew anything similar to a beach would have more people so we found a spot by one of our many polluted rivers.  The peace was very short lived after we got out of the car.  Three dudes of accents I couldn't place asked if they allowed fishing there.  We said we thought so but weren't sure.  They were very nice and I thought they left but then I heard them again speaking whatever so I couldn't tell you what they said but after they left the Mr said he wondered if they meant fish the spot where we were.  I said that isn't what they asked and if that's what they meant they would've been told there are many spots available up and down the river.  Then some family arrives hootin' and hollerin' with their kids squawking about wanting to go see "the ocean".  Upgrade your definition of ocean, kids... this ain't it.  Now this became a stand your ground thing.  I came here for peace and I wasn't going to be driven away by anyone from our 12' wide spot and if they tried to muscle in, I was going to make it uncomfortable as there were plenty of other spots up for grabs.  They left within two minutes.  Two minutes later we hear some dude who sounds like he's on the phone talking coming up on us in a hurry.  I'm about to fight someone at this point.  He has a bebe turtle with him and scoots it into the water saying he almost hit it.  I don't know how the heck he saw it but then he left.  

It looked like it was drowned and we wondered if it was that kind of turtle or not.  The Mr pulled him out and put him on a rock nearby so he could choose whether or not to go into the water.  Just as we thought it was dead and the Mr was about to look up how to do CPR on a baby turtle, it moved.

It found a good spot tucked into a stick bend on the shore half in and out of the water to hunker down in.  We also made some duck friends.

We were there about 45 minutes and it was just what we needed.  

As Gen Xer's, when something like this comes out, we are required to partake.

Then it was time to head home and get to planting.  The Mr took the planter we built a few weeks ago out front and I quickly learned we'd need another big bag of soil so the Mr got that and mulch for the top from a local place having a sale.  It was a lot of bending that my back wasn't ready for but I was glad it was done.  

The side bed had to have the crap mulch the gardeners put down pulled back and I put some compost in there since it's clay and gave it a mix with The Claw which is still one of the most awesome garden tools ever made.  We've had that thing over 20 years.  

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Then I laid down some cardboard and wet it then planted zinnias over there and covered with mulch hoping it stays put and keeps weeds away.  That bed is terrible for having weeds and using stuff like Preen has been zero match for them.  I started getting lightheaded from all of the bending and the Mr finished the last of the mulch for me.  He ran out for dinner and I planted my tomato and basil plants in a 5 gallon bucket.  I don't like the way those have looked so I don't know if they will survive or not.  I'm hoping adding the activated eggshell powder I made to put in the water will give it the immediate calcium it needs and it can look less pathetic.  Put a fork in us because we were done.   We went upstairs and he was out and sawing logs by 9:30.

Sunday was quite a stiff morning and required the gun which got me loose enough to walk.  As suspected from the heavy work, I had non working legs and the Mr was the one with the nagging headache that knocked him out basically the entire day.  I cut up browns for compost like egg cartons, a recycled drink container and Amazon brown paper from boxes while he slept.  When he was finally able to get up and at 'em a bit I worked on the kitchen and he got to the laundry.  I had some compost I needed from HD since ours isn't ready yet.  It was about 5pm before we could get out back and get a good amount of pots and buckets filled.  I'm not gonna lie.  I'm nervous.  I've grown a few veggies here and there but not like this.  Rarely have I sown flowers or veggies and I did that.  I am excited to see what grows, I know there are lessons (already have been) and I don't do well with failure.  I know I will need to keep track of what I learn to take into next year.  I'll need to run all of my 3" pots through the dishwasher to get off any mold/fungus that a quick wash didn't take care of so I have them for next year.  I'll also wash and keep the pots of the few things we bought that had leftover pots.  I know this sounds ridiculous but I think this garden is some of the reason I've been grinding my teeth (or attempting to the past week since using a mouth guard).  It's like 67 days of anticipation are finally here.  I don't particularly have a green thumb just a beige one.  I've been known to let plants go crispy and I can't do that.  It feels like a lot on my shoulders and I feel like if it fails somehow that all of the upfront time, expense and stress it's put on us during each phase will have been for nothing and I'll have put him through it all just to fail.  I want things to go well and for us to have something to focus on that brings us joy.  It's exciting and scary and that just seems strange to say that about a garden but leave it to me to find a way to make it weird.

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We had dinner and then it was time to go up and collapse.

How was your weekend?

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