This weekend marked a victory of sorts. Despite torrential rains that washed away many seeds and soil so full of clay that it hardens to the consistency concrete in the harsh Virginia sun, the Oman garden brought forth its first fruits this weekend as we harvested our radishes. We didn’t set up an alter to offer up sacrifices to the Lord, and I am not up to writing anything profound or lyrical about our harvest. (I am affraid that a couple of hours with the Class Action Fairness Act this afternoon has beaten any lyrics, profound or otherwise, out of me at present.) Still, I thought you, the bloggernacle public, would want to know.
In other news, the spinach is coming along nicely. Lettuce, peas, and herbs are poking above the dirt, and our tomatoes are in. The compost pile has already yielded several nice black shovel fulls of compost. No signs of life yet from the carrots, cucumbers, or sunflowers yet, but we live in hope. This week melons, squash, and beans will go in. I will, of course, keep you posted on our progress.