Began to change the shape of the garden in anticipation of next year's planting season. Our growing season is ridiculously short here. It has been too cold and too hot. I have planted things in stupid places. I have moved things around. Some things in containers had no business being there. Other things might have done much better in containers.
Harvested the potatoes. We got maybe a dozen good-sized yukon gold potatoes. Which is nice because I planted super late and the seed potatoes I got were so far past their prime that I didn't know if we would get any.
Also dug up the beets, the sweet potatoes and the carrots.
Rookie mistake: planting root vegetables in the most dense clay-like soil in the entire garden. So this left us with little deformed sweet potatoes and fairly non-existant beets and carrots.
Replanted the beets. We'll see what happens.
The potatoes supplied me with a lot of good dirt, which I used (or rather "am using") to expand part of the vegetable/perrenial "half-circle" garden in my front yard.
In this learning year I figured out where the sun is. So now I know the best places to plant vegetables and whatnot.
Very contemplative in relation to the big garden project because of the impending visit to psychiatrist to discuss bipolar tendencies.
Made me wonder if the garden project was a good plan, a bad plan, my plan or the plan of my misfiring brain. Very confusing. Second guessing each decision, every action.
A friend in the past likened therapy to someone throwing a rope toward a person who is already swimming to shore. Very dismissive. But if you can't make it to shore without the rope, that help makes all the difference. So even if it is a fair analogy it does not negate the helpfulness of psychiatry.
Grateful Crap: small yard; minimizes how much garden moving I can get myself into
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