Even though it's still March, and 35F degrees outside (the "F" is not for Fahrenheit, by the way), we went to the Militant Community Garden to plant our seeds, spread woodchips on the paths (mandatory) and till our soil.
Spring, can we get going already?
The Militant garden managers were out and about with their clipboards, but I stayed undercover and kept quiet (rare for me).
We used a gas powered tiller, and was afraid someone would complain about the motor noise, but the 5 people there did not say a word.
I think they were afraid of Henry and his power tools.
I looked around at the depressing, lonely, empty plots and knew that in a few months it would be a different story.
Look at this plot next to me.
After cherry tomato season, we never saw these gardeners again. They let all their produce rot on the vine. What a waste.
They neglected their plots all season and left weeds to encroach into our space. It's winter and look at the tomato cages and dead vines. I am pissed. But on Sunday, I cleaned up their mess (for my own benefit), and now I can breathe.
(I think this place is turning ME into a negative person!).
Back to good things.
Today, we planted potatoes!
Carrots, radishes and beet seeds. I know it looks like nothing, but just you wait and see.
And, I have a question.
Mr Googootz, the 80 year old guy next to me, always has this jug of yellow stuff in his plot. Winter, spring, summer, fall, it doesn't matter, it's always there.
What is it?
I used to think it was sun tea, but now I'm thinking it's URINE. ew.
Let's talk in a few weeks, when I have something to show you besides a jug of pee.