It has been a few days since I've been in the garden. It has rained and rained and rained for days now. We're about to float away here in Virginia. And I've been forced to back off a bit and let nature do its thing.
There are mornings that my boys wake up in the morning and I swear that they were 2 inches shorter when I put them to bed the night before. That's how Im feeling about the garden this morning as I walk around and see what a few days of rain can do.
The mint is exploding!
The sugar snap peas are full and fat with the new moisture.
The garlic, onions and leeks are doing their thing.
The side boards of the raised beds are barely holding in the chives, basil, rosemary and oregano that are spilling over into the yard.
The boys have been invaluable at helping me keep up with the weeding. And Im so thankful that they are at an age to really enjoy helping out. Seems like some of our best conversations happen while pulling weeds. Something about the hands being busy, allows the thoughts to flow.
And its a good thing, because as the boys were on the soccer field last week, I noticed the shorts were hitting them a bit higher up on the leg than they were last week.
It happens overnight sometimes, doesn't it?