
Kai was a huge help Saturday as he kept an eye on the composted manure. I dumped more than 3,600 pounds of it on the garden in my annual I-am-totally-crazy-and-going-to-pay-for-it-tomorrow tradition. We didn't even get the delivery of the stuff until Saturday morning and by 6 p.m. I had it dumped and raked over the bed.

I, of course, was so sore I think my biceps were crying. Seriously.
I decided to let things settle a bit before laying down the black mulch, so spent the rest of Sunday tucking plants into some of the raised beds: leeks, celeriac, herbs and such. Slowly, oh so slowly, I have to pick away at the three carloads of plants I bought in the past week.

Keeping that thought, I dug my two trenches for my potatoes Monday night, thinking it would be so much easier than doing it after the rain.
Tuesday came, the builders arrived to tear off the back deck, I took Kai to University Forest for a nice walk and then decided to get a few more plants in before the day was done. I had moved two half whiskey barrels, one to make way for Stanley the plum and the other to make way for the new deck. I got those planted, along with two new pots of rhubarb and another seedless Concord grape. The one I planted last year is doing much better than I thought it would.
So it looks like I have two, along with the seeded variety.
Before I picked up for the day, I started sorting vegetable plants and setting them in their appropriate rows. If the rain quits by morning, I should be able to get a number of them in the ground before Wednesday is out.
Do I know how to have fun on vacation or what?
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