Happy Radish Day and June gardens

I remember trying to explain midwestern crawl to my friend Kendall when we lived in the mountains of Colorado—how you are always cutting things back or it will become overgrown in a heartbeat. I told her of houses that would disappear in a summer, the result of abandonment and a few invasive vines and bushes. She really couldn’t believe it.
Colorado is a land where your grass must be watered if it expects to be mowed, and water is a restricted resource.

May 29 garden, a few corn sprouts.
June 21 garden, the time of year where regret over weed barrier vs. “naw, it’ll be fine” begins to kick in.

We have an abundance of water and sunshine here. I still can’t believe our good fortune—God has sprinkled Miracle-Gro on every part of life and made it explode with good things (except not Miracle-Gro, probably, as my mother reminds me it only makes the foliage bigger and not the actual blossoms or fruit. Doggone you, Miracle-Gro).

Happy Radish Day, May 18! 22 days after planting! We mark our calendar based on what the seed packet says.

We spent a week at bluegrass camp (video here) and came back to real summer, the kind where you wish you’d put a swimming pool in the backyard instead of a garden. I think Thoreau said something about life being better lived standing up than sitting down writing about it, and we’ve been doing lots of standing up.
I learned how to edit videos and sync audio and it took a blessed forever. But it’ll probably come in handy so I’m glad to have a little sound system and Adobe skills in my back pocket.

The quiet kind of un-farming life I pictured has been replaced with an elementary music teacher position, so I am scrambling to become a person I never dreamed becoming; that is, a legit public school teacher. (One who needs to know more music theory than a person such as I knows.) The advantages are as follows: it is a country school, I know slightly more than the previous teacher, I have a certificate, and I can get kids to sing. If all else fails, I can pull my seventh grader from class to help. I’ll probably elaborate on this career change over on The Average Pearl when I get some more quiet time to think about what it all entails. I’ve already fallen a month behind on that blog, too, but these things happen.

Wisteria: another fragrant, beautiful vine one must continually hack at or it will take over your life.

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