From This: To This: (In The Blink of an Eye) Grrrrrrr .... Yes, I know, it is that time of the year, spring is right around the corner, Christmas is coming and there is a time for every purpose under heaven -- a time to plant, a time to harvest, a time to dig out the last of the goddamned tomato roots that have grown down to the point that they're singed from scraping along the edge of the earth's core. Everything is out, though, strangely enough, the parsley proved to be the most troublesome. The tomatoes mainly came out of the ground just fine (took forever to get them untangled from the tomato towers), but the parsley just wouldn't pop out. It took a shovel to finally dig it out, which the dogs just loved. (Lemme bite it, Dad. Lemme bite it.) I was going to let the parsley just stay, in the hopes of seeing it come back next year (it survived the hard frost just fine), but as the neighbor's dog has used it as a regular potty stop for the past month and half, I decided to start again fresh next year. Luckily, we pulled some before he discovered his bright green favorite tinkle spot. New fertilizer is already down, with the hopes that the winter snow and rain will work it into the soil. I've got to take the pitchfork out there as well to work in the leaves that have fallen. As for the compost bin, I may empty that out and just toss the bin itself. All it grew this year were flies, and we had a bumper crop. I know in the great, grand scheme of greenery, I should keep on with DIY compost, but it is just too easy to go out and buy the premade filtered stuff by the bag. (And lord knows how many zucchini seeds are buried in the bin.) As for the help:
A Rather Trumpian View of Myself As for me, it's time to relax, replenish, and join in that new Colorado hobby of Indoor Gardening: Tomatoes! I'm growing tomatoes, goddammit! (I have problems enough with grazing and the munchies without getting that shit involved.)
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