Does This Mean the Ground Wins?

So, as Channing says, "Farmers are super tough." We, however, are apparently not. This morning both of us reluctantly got out of bed stiff and aching. Late. Work and school prevented us from doing anything for the greater part of the day, but at 3:00pm, as soon as we were finished with everything necessary, we went to check out a greenhouse.

Unfortunately, the greenhouse had absolutely nothing we needed and not much of anything else, so to Wal-Mart (the bad place) we went. There we bought some edging for our strawberry bed, some red seed potatoes, and an assortment of seeds (beans, peas, lettuce, turnip, squash, corn, beets, and carrots). Lowes was next - black seed potatoes, onion sets, tomato plants, shallots, and peppers. We filled the back of our truck, which smelled less than desirable (Channing left minnows from our fishing trip 2 days ago back there), with garden goodies and brought our loot back home where it currently sits on the porch.

After our shopping spree, Channing went out to the horse pasture behind the house and scooped up wheelbarrow loads of manure to plow into our dirt. I washed some laundry and hung out on the couch (there are some days a lady feels bad enough without throwing horse poop into the mix). Six loads and a gash on the arm later, Channing came in sweaty and tired, so we decided to make a trip to Atwoods to buy soil for our strawberry bed. 800 pounds of soil. Yeah, that'll do it.

Now, about those plants. Yes, in order to have a functional garden we need to actually put them into the dirt. I promise it's going to happen. Tomorrow morning at six our lazy American butts will be outside tilling, raking, and planting.