Sunday I borrowed a neighbor's truck and brought home two yards of dirt for the raised beds. There were many young, strong backs around to shovel the dirt from the truck to the beds. Thank goodness!
Yesterday it was back to the nursery for plants and seeds. I still have room for two more chili plants and some kale in this bed. It is too soon for tomatoes, the axiom around here is, "No tomatoes before Mother's Day." If I put in three plants will I need another cage, or will the middle plant be able to use the cages on either side as a support?
I did not find everything on my list and am hoping a different nursery will enable me to fill the second bed today. Assuming the rain holds off. After the last of the dirt was shoveled from the truck I hosed it out, put in some gas, and then stopped by PCC to pick up a bottle of wine as a thank you for the loan of the truck. It was not until later that I realized I had run these final errands with jeans visibly wet and muddy below the knees, and a shirt wet enough to show the world at large my bright pink bra. Sometimes I wonder what the neighbors must think.