Gardening

On Saturday Sydney had to help tear down the community garden plots while I went to choir practice.  Basically, a group of gardeners got together to tear down all the fences and haul off all the garbage that other irresponsible gardeners had left.  If the field isn’t cleared the tractor can’t plough.  So you can imagine how Sydney was feeling toward those irresponsible gardeners as he spent a cooooold Saturday morning (28 degrees when I left him) pulling out stakes, hauling off netting, turning up abandoned hoes, etc.  Yup, the anger kept him warm.

But this week marked the last of our gardening for the year.  We tore down our own fence on Thursday and rented a U-Haul van to haul off all the wood.  Now everything’s at our house, though we need to put the wood where it belongs (currently drying out in our driveway) and put garden stuff up in the attic for the winter.  Oh yeah, and I need to transform our farm vehicle back into something resembling a car pretty soon, before it gets too cold to spend much time outside.  It’s nice to have the garden tucked away in our house, with potatoes and onions and squash in the basement, tomato juice and canned pickles, peaches, salsas and the like on the shelves, and a full, full freezer.  Of course, if Sydney goes to Oxford next spring I am going to be left with all that food–and I’m going to feel like cooking a lot less often.  Oh well!

Erin