The earth was wet this afternoon, after much heavy rain. The perfect time for digging. We garden-clawed four new holes: Two by the back porch and two to the right hand side of the yard if viewed from the back porch. What went in them?
Right now they are still wee little baby raspberry bushes, mere sticks protruding form the ground. But as well as all the weeds do back there, I have high hopes that so will these intentional plants.
It especially brought me great joy to see my two oldest daughters working together on this project, side by side. It was very peaceful and wonderful.
We are all learning how to garden together, each of us brand new to the knowledge and tasks required of us.
The baby spinach is coming up, too. Teeny little specks of two-leafed green peeping up through the ground.
I did not remain crummy-feeling all afternoon like I'd feared after that konk on my head and subsequent nausea. I'm such a whiner, really, when I ought just to be grateful.