So today I am starting to feel more back in fighting shape. It doesn’t hurt to go from laying down to sitting up, and I can walk again without my right foot lagging behind me, and it picks up at the knee so I can step over things again.
14 doses into the 21 steroid tablets. 3 days of them to go.
So today I planted garlic. That was as low-impact as I could get in the planting side of things. I used a broken shovel handle to simply press a hole into the soil, and then dropped a garlic clove into each hole. 16 cloves of Music, 16 of Hearty German, and about 70 of Spanish Rojo. That, with what I have planted at the Minnetonka garden, David’s home, and at my parent’s house, should keep me and everyone I know that needs garlic, well stocked in garlic next summer. End of July it should all be ready to harvest.
Only harvesting I have done is picking dried beans for shelling. Lamenting the loss of my camera. The internet suggestions for getting the lens to work again have all failed. Oh well. Apparently it is a common failure, dust and dirt getting into the gears of the lens. With what I do and where the camera has been (my pockets) this is not a surprise.
But the I do wish I could have posted photos of all of the different beans I picked. Really some amazing ones, especially from the grow out of the two crosses I had between Hidatsa Shield and Dragon Tongue. The bulk were true to the two crosses, but there were still quite a few others that did not come true to the first cross, and now I have those to grow out as well next year. None of them were eaten as green/fresh beans so I have no reports as to how palatable they are that way. But the dry beans look amazing. Will be fun to see what they do next year.
And that is it. The potatoes are still in the ground. I have not cleaned out the Ness or Red Wing gardens. I have not hauled or picked any more apples. But, I am finally not laid out immobilized in bed and for that I am grateful.
