It was just a brief excursion to work for Father’s Day. Enough to run a highlighter through the fact that my voice is still pretty croaky from my swollen throat. I had to keep telling people that it wasn’t contagious.
However, after two days of near-idleness, Monday is to be my day of digging. Hopefully.
I have potatoes and yams that are well past their ideal planting time. As well as strawberries, boysenberries, raspberries, rhubarb, garlic, shallots… well lots of things that have missed their planting window, really. It was rather hard to get motivated after the mortgage fell apart and my work got busy again.
Regardless, my hope is that the garden is forgiving and the warm winters will allow for a longer growing season next year anyway. Or at least that the garden is forgiving.