I bought a garden tiller today. I have already planted my 1015 onion slips, and am watching them grow. It isn’t time for the bell pepper, tomatoes, and Fooled-You jalapenos yet (my regular plantings), but I am watching the calendar. I don’t dare plant the more sensitive plants before Easter, for everyone know there is the Easter Snap, day or two of cold weather. Doesn’t fail. I wonder if God doesn’t send the change in temperature to remind us of Jesus’ death and resurrection.
I was over at my sister’s house yesterday, and was sitting with her on her back patio. Scattered around were pots with last year’s dead plant stalks still standing as a reminder of a failed crop. They really didn’t produce much, except for the roses, and I noticed only one survived. My guess was that the pots got too hot and dry to keep plants healthy. Plants usually do better if they have the ground moisture and coolness to nurture them. I asked her if she was going to have a garden, and she said she wouldn’t be able to do much unless she dug up the soil with a spade. Not! My days of digging a garden like that is long past, and I didn’t want to see her attempt it. She was too frail.
I came home and asked my husband if I could rent a tiller and hire someone to dig the garden for her. As he was looking a little puzzled, I told him I had a plan. I would like to garden with her. My soil hasn’t been good enough to grow okra or squash very well. We could share produce. He was interest, but told me to go research buying a tiller instead. I got on the computer and compared machines and prices. I chose one on discount that was electric, lightweight but heavy enough to dig, and had a free pick-up charge. Go9d, it would be here in a week.
Now, to convince my sister to go for my plan. I knew she was a proud person and wouldn’t want anyone going to any trouble or expense on her behalf. I am renovating a house near her, and will tell her I bought it for that job. I would bring it by some afternoon when I had opportunity. I would conventionally have a man with me to run it. Now that isn’t too subtle, is it? It is worth the risk of aggravating her for I know how much a small garden will help her heal from the loss of her husband a few months ago.
Spring is coming. That’s not the only preparation we have been doing. Today, we washed and sanitized hummingbird feeders. And then we cooked up a recipe for nectar. It is four parts water and one part sugar, with the water boiled before adding the sugar to keep the water from being contaminated faster. The fascinating little creatures are pretty selective in their water drink. The sugar must be not too much or too little for them to drink from it. Watching them brings my husband hours of enjoyment as he is wheelchair bound, and not able to get around like he once did.
I don’t think the hummingbirds have gotten here yet, but we will have food waiting for them after their hard journey up from the south. We saw a flock of geese fly in yesterday. It was a magnificent sight with the double “V” headed by the point goose, with the others evenly spaced out behind it, all of them honking away, their voices carrying greetings for miles as they passed overhead. Ah, it does a heart good…