Hiking and Gardening

It went a bit like this: okay – relaxing morning. Nothing to do – nada. All I have to do all day is garden.

“F*&k that! Abby – let’s go on a morning adventure!”

And off we went to Evans Creek. Morning is best on this trail because it catches the early sun. And it was a sunny, glorious day and I was NOT going to waste one minute of it indoors. Besides, I needed a long walk. And so did Abby (although she might disagree).

It was lovely. We saw no one. We walked for about two hours – up and down and all along the shore.

By the time we got home, it was lunch and then attacking the garden. And you know how that goes: all the usual. Weeding! And watering. Watering has been going on for hours.

And I am loving – no, adoring – the garden. I love how lush it is and how well it is thriving. Oh sure, there are some glitches like slugs getting at the beans and lettuce, and the dill not as super as I want it to be. But that’s the nature of nature. You have to roll with it. I sowed more dill in a shady location and more lettuce in places where other plants are casting shade.

All that said, we have tons of lettuce and I picked another load of radishes. Our strawberries are delicious, and in a couple of days I am going to start potting up the runners.

These are the things I like best about gardneing – the seeding and breeding and creating.

Life, as they say, is good.

In so many ways.

About goodyniosi

Writer, avid(!!!) hiker - living life to the fullest. Love, life, bliss - getting high on getting high (in the alpine that is)
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