exactly 2 months ago, 2 weeks before our first almost frost, we dug up our sweet potatoes and planted our garlic.
on this day, it was unseasonably warm, think 80's. thus, the baby in the onesie.
we thinned our beets, lettuce, and our kale.
yesterday, we spent the day corralling leaves. mixing them into the composter with the last of any fresh grass clippings until next year, and layering them over our garlic. we gave all of our ridiculously out of control kale and beets a good composting layer and then topped it with leaves.
i picked a rediculously large amount of kale to eat this week and freeze, and covered our spinach up with compost and leaves, it will come back in the spring.
i thinned our baby carrots with the intent of bringing the thinned carrots in and steaming them for crosby. they never actually made it that far. actually.
i made plans to move a random shaded blueberry bush to the front where it will get sun and most likely produce blueberries, but i guess that is a project for the spring- no need to shock the roots now, with the cold moving in.
i also moved my collection of rubber gardening shoes to the basement instead of right outside of our door, which produced a fake protest: "awww, why did you move our rubber shoe collection out of eyesight??" insert sarcasm.
in one month, garlic is sprouting, the cover crop is growing good, the beets are standing tall, the kale is pretty much out of control, all of our carrots are growing straight, and the weather is about 30 degrees cooler. if i could be a farmer, it would be a cold weather crop farmer, because somehow, i have the magic with cold weather crops.
you may be asking yourself why there are no pictures of yesterday. well, in one month, we have a baby that crawls. no more sitting him with a bucket of potatoes to let him gnaw on while we slowly finish the garden chores, while casually snapping a few cute photos.
if you read what was accomplished above- maybe read it again in your fastest speed reader voice, and that would have been more of the pace that i kept yesterday.
as the keeper of the crawling baby, we spend a lot of outdoor time doing multiple mouth sweeps to clear various species of leaves and branches and dirt from actually being ingested.
also, he is now obsessed with crawling after the dogs, and i have visions of the dogs leading him down the road and away from the house to rid themselves of the constant hair pulling and general dog obsession shenanigans.
this all may sound crazy to you, or normal to you, depending on your situation.
but the truth is, no matter what the pace of our outside time, it is always extra enjoyable. crosby is an outdoor baby. he would live, sleep, play outside if that was an option. he can be at his fussiest, and when we leave the inside, no matter the temperature, it calms him. the outdoors are like a drug for him. comforting, soothing, and entertaining.
