This morning I literally rolled out of bed, walked out to the garden and started working on the new garden. I wanted to get everything planted before the sun came out and heated everything up. Now it's noon and it's still overcast. I'm not sure I'll even see the sun today. Still, I'm glad I got everything in the ground. The only seeds I planted were sunflowers. For everything else I chose seedlings from the nursery since I normally put in the garden in March and here it is May already. The apt. complex sold recently, and I wasn't even sure I'd have a place to live much less a place to garden. The part that makes me anxious is the new owner can come over anytime and decide to dig up the whole yard and not give a care for all the work I've put into it. I try not to think about that, because if I did I'd never plant anything. The reason we picked this apt. over others was because it had a private back yard that I could grow things in. But in the few years I've lived here, this is the third owner and you just never know what an owner is going to do. The new owner already said he's going to paint the exterior in a month or two, and that's surely going to tear up the yard again.
Planting a garden is a act of faith. It's like saying I'm going to be in this spot for at least another 10 months.