Woke up today to discover about 13 little tomato sprouts! Yay! No peppers yet though. Eh, they’ve got another week or two before I start freaking out.
ETA: And a little tomatillo sprout! Whoo-hoo!!
Legs are also killing me. Arms and chest are sore (i.e. those wonderful muscles under the boobs). But it makes sense. If you did 30+ minutes of squats and lunges at the gym, well, yeah. Going up *and* down stairs, especially with a kiddo or two in tow is a little brutal. It’ll go away in a few days though.
And yeah, I kinda planted a bunch of basil. I figure there’s no such thing as too much fresh basil, right? I’m guessing we *might* have around a dozen basil plants, probably more. I’ve got two or three varieties.
The hand tilling… Well, I haven’t gotten to the part that’s overgrown with one to two-year-old weeks. That part scares me. Last year’s tomato patch didn’t have a whole lot in it except some weeds (including the weed from hell – literally, the roots probably go down that far), so I just did a bunch of digging and evening out of the soil.
Elven – stick a tarp or something on top of your beds – it’ll help the dirt/compost heat up quicker and break stuff down lots quicker, and possibly cook out any weeds.
I probably should be concerned that the big one is out in the lawn. Digging up grass. But really, I don’t care. He’s not digging up strawberries (yes, he has), and really, our lawn’s a bit sad looking anyway. Oh, nevermind. He was actually digging in a patch of dirt under one of the trees. I think we left leaves on that spot too long last year, and killed the grass. Again, I don’t care. I’m much more concerned with the garden than the grass.