Try to channel Barbra singing my title. You can hear her can't you? That belting, nasal-y quality.. Anyway...
Mike personified the "perfect" husband last weekend slaving away in the yard all last weekend so he could take off guilt-free for a SAR workout today. He'll be back sometime on Monday, maybe even Sunday if the weather is cruddy.
Mike was great though- he rebuilt the garden plots a few weeks ago so now I have gorgeous, pressure treated wood, bi-level raised garden beds. We packed almost 20 square feet of dirt into our borrowed Audi and threw in a couple bags of expensive Miracle-Gro soil for luck and voila! After two years of nagging, I have my garden beds!
I spent a happy 2 hrs. (solo, even!) at Western Garden and came home with fistfuls of seeds, a paper bag of seed potatoes and some onion sets. Per Anne, the veggie garden gal, I rinsed my onion sets and carefully divided them so I would have lots of onions instead of just a few. Planted my seeds, planted the potatoes, planted the sets. *sigh* now I can relax for a few weeks.
WRONG!! I spend my days hovering around my garden beds. OOhhhh, how are my onions?? Are they hungry? Do they need some water? I'm like the overbearing Mom at a playdate. Have my seeds sprouted yet? No? Can I help them along? Okay, I'll be right over here if you need anything....
I swear, until I have decent sized plants, I totally stress out over those seeds. I'm one step away from digging up the onions just to see how they're doing (Mike will attest to this. I am notorious for digging up and moving perennials so much, I kill'em).
Breathe, Michelle, breeaaaathee.....