Yesterday I planted radishes, spinach, lettuce mix, cilantro and some crazy Parisian carrots that are round like radishes. Today I burned dinner after putting it on the grill, noticing the hoophouse door was open, going out to close it and then seeing a weed, and then another, and another…. Wait, what’s that smell?
S***! (no actually it was only burning chicken. s*** would have smelled much worse.)
I’m battling a couple of blasts from the past, quackgrass and velvetleaf from (more or less) the very soil I grew up on. Fortunately they’re easy to pull out when they’re tiny. Unfortunately they seem to be in every grain of the dirt Dad brought from the farm.