The Dirt Between My Teeth
Bernardo and I spent the morning in the garden. We have great intentions to garden every day but what with the heat wave, my travel, and June basically being Hell Month, we let it get away from us. Here’s what happened:
Our beautiful rose-and-hosta bank has been completely overtaken by crabgrass. EVIL crabgrass that choked out the myrtle we’d planted to…keep out the crabgrass.
So today Bernardo began digging it up and mulching.
Meanwhile, I set about divesting the hostas of ivy, more crabgrass, and other weeds. The hostas love the heat, though – they are all standing up straight like soldiers.
The fig tree, too, is sprouting so many figs.
And the pear tree seems to be loving the heat as well:
We tied up the tomatoes, which are booming along, and de-crabgrassed around the herbs as well. So many amazing smells. I came out of the garden with lines of dirt under my nails, dirt crunching between my teeth, and a veneer of dirt and bug spray on my skin.