Wednesday I had sick and cranky kids.
You wouldn't think that would NOT facilitate a finished gardening project, but while 4 year old L. slept I decided I'd had enough of responsible behavior and disappeared into the basement.
While I was there I filled the jugs with leftover soil from last year, planted seeds, labeled them, taped them up, and dragged them to the backyard.
Before Dean came home I managed to plant:
*a lettuce mix
*a basil mix
*random flower seeds we picked up on walks last year (2 milk jugs)
*sunflowers (autumn, jade, ice, basic)
*and some other herb I'm sure I'm forgetting right now
The herbs went into the second group of smaller bottles which I set out on one of the raised garden beds. Lesson learned last year: the small bottles don't need much wind to fall off the railing and burst behind the bachelor buttons.
L. slept the whole time and I felt strangely proud of myself. Mission accomplished.
On to setting up the seed starting station. Happy Spring, everyone, and Happy Birthday Grandma. Spring always makes me think of you.