Years ago, I tried to grow tomatoes. One bloom made it as far as a baby tomato and then the cutworms devoured three plants overnight down to the stalk. I have never tried again since then—until this year. I put marigolds on either side of it as they are supposed to match well with tomatoes to ward off insects. Knock on marigold, so far, I have spotted nothing munching on the tomatoes, the blooms, or the leaves. I am cautiously hopeful.
Yesterday was a lovely day and today and the rest of the week is rain, so I took advantage to work in the yard. My task was to remove the beginnings of the Grandma’s Special rock garden/fountain I had earlier installed. It has rained so much that the returning native flora was overtaking it, and leaving me realizing it was not going to be workable. After all, Grandma made lots of changes in her yard, too. I think it is pretty telling that I dreamt last night about being at Grandma’s house, out in the yard. I had already been thinking of just going with the dry creek and a few ornamental rocks and plants. There is a lot to be said for minimalism. The before and after is below.
There was a lot of grass and wildflowers to remove to even get to the “fountain.” Then removing all the rocks and pieces, and stacking them over to the side for now. My Apple watch told me I worked really hard yesterday, putting in over 3 miles in steps and meeting stand and move goals, and doing better on exercise goals. My body told me I exceeded in all areas.