The weekend is shaping up as a shape-up time in the garden. Feeling guilty after realizing what a mess mine is, I decided to do what I always do when a task seems overwhelming: break it down into a series of smaller tasks and attack them one by one.
So several nights this week I went home, changed clothes and headed outside with a rake and a box of giant contractor bags. I gathered up the leaves in one corner, then another, then cleaned up the mountain of ornamental grass clippings. I'm not there yet, but the garden is looking a whole lot better.
I have one thing to say about the winter just passed. I think we had a war of twigs! Have you ever seen so many sticks and twigs? There were piles and piles of them in my yard. The trees look none the worse for wear, fortunately.
I've enlisted my big strong husband to help this weekend. (I'll give him all the heavy jobs.) Being a good guy, he's game, so I'm hoping we can finish most of the cleanup, then move on to planting lettuces and other cool-weather crops.
It's exciting to think the gardening season is actually beginning. It wasn't a bad winter, just a winter full of soggy leaves and flying twigs. It's always fun to move into spring. 'Cause we know what comes after that!
