*sigh*
It is becoming very clear, very quickly, that MyMan's patience for being the brawn to my brains is limited.
I can't fault him for his enthusiasm for 'my' garden. He mows, digs, hauls and waters endlessly...but it turns out that creating a chicken wire trellis for the peas doesn't come under his jurisdiction.
So at midnight I found myself still clumsily rolling out chicken wire off the reel to staple it to hardened (really hardened) pine poles around already established tomatoes and peas in the flickering light of the security spotties.
How exciting to see my 'random peas' turning into plump greenfeast and stunning purple podded dutch.
I thought the seedlings were my favourite part of the gardening process...but now it's this part...and the next part.
So at midnight I found myself still clumsily rolling out chicken wire off the reel to staple it to hardened (really hardened) pine poles around already established tomatoes and peas in the flickering light of the security spotties.
How exciting to see my 'random peas' turning into plump greenfeast and stunning purple podded dutch.
I thought the seedlings were my favourite part of the gardening process...but now it's this part...and the next part.
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