When the cold kicked in after Thanksgiving, I pulled up my dead vegetable plants, layered on another layer of leaves and pine needles, and forgot about my vegetable garden.
Well, I didn't forget about it exactly, as I can see it out my kitchen window, but I took a break from gardening and focused on my house instead. God knows, my closets needed some attention.
On Sunday, I pulled out the pitch fork and turned the garden dirt, piling on a few bags of organic compost and garden soil, along with a cup or two of lime and some coffee grinds.
What I found was dirt so dark and rich and full of nutrients that big fat earthworms were wiggling about everywhere. Oh happy day!
I have to say... this confirms you are a Fierstein. It also confirms what I have long suspected. I don't think I am. Dirt, worms... yuck!
ReplyDeleteBut I'm glad for you that gardening has returned. Granddad is itching to get back out in the garden.