After two weekends of back breaking work (literally), unloading 2 cubic yards of dirt by shovel and sweat from the bed of my son’s pickup truck then shoveling unloaded dirt into countless wheelbarrow loads pushed carefully downhill to the two raised beds Mitch built for me, I finished planting ten tomato plants, four cantaloupe plants and three cucumber plants. There is still room for more in one of the beds. I was so excited about getting more vegetable planting space after we had a tree cut down and realized it opened up a larger area of sunlight to the ground. Perfect for tomatoes. Did I also mention two trips so far to the chiropractor and more in sight?
We already have a small raised bed that has ten pepper plants and three tomato plants that we’ve been planting in for three years. But I wanted more and this year I got it. Tonight after dinner I took the dogs out with me to water the new plants and while I was watering the small bed, Charlie was walking in one of the new beds and promptly stepped on one of my tomato plants and snapped it right off at the base. I couldn’t believe it. Not even two days had gone by, I haven’t even had a chance to get to Lowe’s and buy some tomato cages to protect them from just this calamity. Imagine my frustration.
I love my dogs, but lord there are times when I speculate on a dog less day. I would never wish for them gone, but…
2 thoughts on “Just My Luck”
Can be frustrating – then again, I suppose Charlie just needs training as a farmer/botanist 🙂
You’ve done well I reckon – all that physical work. I wonder what your chiropractor has to say….
I think I’m helping him pay for his vacation, he keeps saying, “We’re getting there.”