By the end of the summer, I was just about gardened out. It was ridiculously hot, it was humid, and the mosquitoes were so bad that I once came in from a fifteen-minute picking session with so many bites on my legs that it looked like I had chicken pox. I love having fresh veggies, but there are only so many times I want to risk getting West Nile virus just so I can have some cucumber on my salad, you know? By mid-August, the garden was pretty much left to its own devices. I kept meaning to go out and at least take down the fence and put the (woefully inadequate) tomato cages away, but I never did. And so, the garden stayed intact, through the fall and winter.
I've had garden fever for weeks, and this past Friday it was finally nice enough for me to get outside and assess the situation. Things were pretty bleak, to tell the truth. All the dead, crispy plants were still standing, the fence was half-collapsed, the whole mess was surrounded by dead foot-high grass where MB wasn't able to get the mower into the gaps last year, and to top it all off, my darling husband had thrown a bunch of cut branches from the giant, annoying, SPIKE-COVERED bush into the garden area. THANKS, HONEY.
I spent about an hour and a half out there, and easily half that time was spent cutting up the small-tree-sized branches and stuffing them into a garbage can. If I never see another razor-sharp holly leaf again, I'll be a happy, happy girl. And let's not talk about the bush with the half-inch fucking thorns on it, okay? Okay. Tearing down the dead tomato and pepper plants was surprisingly easy, and the cages seem to have made it through the winter in pretty good shape.
As seems to often be the case with me, there were no cute gardening moments, nothing you'd see in a glossy magazine spread. Instead, there was a lot of thanking my lucky stars that none of the neighbors could see me as I rolled up the chicken wire, spending most of my time bent double with the already-rolled portion pinned in a very ladylike fashion between my thighs, one arm, and my boobs while I used my free hand to untangle the next several feet of fence. It probably looked just about as sexy as it sounds. It was a hella workout, though. My forearms (inside and out), abs, and trapezius muscles were killing me all day on Saturday. And hey, I got a lot done!
All I've got left to do is roll up the rabbit fencing and cut the grass, and then I'll be ready to launch Garden v2.0. Oh, and annoying thorny bush? I am coming for you next. You're on notice.
(P.S. When I checked on my onion starts yesterday, two pots each had two tiny sprouts. Huzzah!)