Saturday, we spent a glorious afternoon spreading composted manure in the garden and around the fruit trees. I raked the asparagus beds. There's still work to be done, but the beds are much improved. We added mulch in various places. James tilled. I weeded and watered the garlic.
It was glorious, all but the part where I lost my glasses. I had prescription sunglasses on, but it's hard to see in the barn and the shed, so I thought I'd be clever and keep my glasses hooked on my shirt. I can't drive, cook, sew... I have an old, distorted pair, and they'll do until I can visit the eye doctor and get a new pair. It may or may not have been nearly seven years since my last eye exam. On a side note, if you're good friends with St. Anthony, the patron saint of lost items, will you put in a good work for me? He hasn't told me yet where to look, so I keep asking.
Then, best of all, we had almost three quarters of an inch of rain Sunday night. Everything is pleasantly squishy and the compost is soaking in. It feels like an eternity since the last rain or snow.
Until next time, remember, this is not paradise. It's Purgatory Ranch.
