Yesterday we worked outside, E mowing (after I mowed my small areas), and I gardening.  I planted two kinds of corn, two kinds of pole beans, two kinds of zucchini, and cucumbers, all heirlooms.  Now I just have a few more warm-weather seeds to plant, and all my homegrown tomato, pepper, and eggplant transplants.  The latter have been sitting on the back porch, getting blasted by weather extremes for about a week.  I have additional herb and flower seedlings coming along under lights, in peat pots made from TP rolls and seed starter mix.  The white flower is dill.

You learn all kinds of sustainable gardening behaviors when you’re quarantined during a plague.  I can’t just run out to Lowes for garden amendments, so I have to make do with what little I’ve generated myself.  I raided the compost pile to add organic material into my latest veg bed, and mulching is a thing of the past, other than all the leaves I’ve left in place.  I can’t go buy trees and plants, so I’m just working with naturally occurring ones.  E’s home repairs generate plenty of scrap lumber for bed dividers and stakes.  And so on.

These gorgeous irises, which came with the property, keep spreading, which is fine by me.  These native columbines volunteered from one little plant I grew from seed, which self-seeded all over my shade garden, which I’m very pleased about.  You can never have too many of all the above.