God's Green Earth (and other assorted things).

Well, I certainly have let the grass grow under my feet when it comes to posting, that's for sure. Winter blahs? Indifference? Depression? Who knows? Oh well, I'm back now.
I tell you, it's hard to not be outside doing something on this most beautiful of days. The problem is, I am supposed to be out there planting stuff to eat, not re-potting flowers and trees. I tell myself that I am primarily a vegetable gardener, but especially lately finding myself working with ornamentals. And another problem is, I keep telling myself that I am not going to plant anything else here, I want to take it all to the new place, (if we ever move, that is); so, as a result, I have many, many things planted in anything that will hold dirt. And, I have to ask myself, "why, oh why, am I babying little black walnut trees? Anyone that gardens on a regular basis knows that black walnut trees emit something called "juglone", that inhibits the growth of lots and lots of vegetables that you may be trying to grow for food. And, yet, I STILL find myself transplanting the forlorn little tree into a big tin can, hoping to give it the will to live, and grow. (I guess gardening is like owning a bird; you really don't understand WHY you do things, you just know that you have to do them for some strange reason.)
So, instead of getting out there and planting food to eat, I spent the afternoon aimlessly pulling weeds on a plot of ground that I really don't intend to use this year, (but I actually DON'T want it to grow up in weeds like it did last year), so I guess the afternoon wasn't a total waste; it got me outside, made part of my depression go away, I got a little exercise, (still hoping that that will make me lose a few pounds; hasn't happened yet, but I'm still optomistic for some strange reason), said hello to the earthworms and thanked them for doing such a good job, and so forth and so on. And when you've got a beautiful day, with beautiful weather, and no mosquitoes, and a good helper like your green-feathered-two-year-old, then you really can't complain that you got nothing done, right? Happy gardening.