The garden has been ignored. I began putting up the hoop houses and then ran out of time. New row covers were ordered and when they arrived, I didn't bother to measure or cut them - just threw them up.
This is one long piece of fabric that covers four rows.
It is huge.
The corners have been raised a few times but mostly it has stayed shut.
The covers were tossed over the plants and pinned down.
The weather has improved so the bed with Bloomsdale spinach has been left open. Salad leaves are easy to harvest between the weeds. However, I haven't had enough time to uncover the hoop houses for pictures.
Working in the garden has been impossible.
This coming weekend all three sons will be arriving home for their vacations. They coordinated their schedules because we haven't been together in a year.
The garden will be turned over to Reese and he will "get the honor" (my expression when assigning a chore) of opening the hoop houses to see what is left. He can harvest and prepare anything he wants. He cooks and his father and brothers clean up the mess. That makes everyone happy. Whatever is left will return with them to their apartments. The pickins' have been thin this fall but we will appreciate whatever we get.
UPDATE
Yesterday afternoon Mom passed away. When wishing her happy birthday last week, she said she wanted no more. I teased her but she was determined this was to be the last. She was finished.In the silence following her final breath, my sister said, "I wonder which of her many dogs will be meeting her at the gates?"
I snickered and then felt a tad bit irreverent. It was a family joke; Mom loved her dogs more than she loved us. Through our tears, we reminisced about her different dogs - some good and some not. Then my sister said, "She has her vision and can see now! And she can walk without stumbling! Then we wondered who else was there to meet her and what fun they would be having.
This weekend my three sons will be coming home. I will get to hug them and rest. Life is good. God is good.
