How this started was that I finally dragged myself out to the task of becoming filthy and starting my seeds. This went relatively well, although, none of the Johnny's packets seemed to tell how deep to plant the seeds, so I have no idea if I did it right because I was too lazy to spend a couple of hours at my laptop googling each plant and reading multiple articles to determine the most frequently-given answer, etc.
I can't leave the packets as labels because they'll get wet, so I'm going to have to memorize what I put wear and be careful not to turn things the wrong direction so I don't confuse myself, because I don't have anything in the house that I can use to label these in a waterproof manner, and I'm sick of spending money on this gardening thing when I know from last year's experience that I may get next to no results.
At any rate, having got that all done, I picked up the first two items to move inside. I forgot how floppy these things are when they are filled with dirt, so they tipped, and my dirt and seeds mixed together. I now have no idea how many seeds - if any - are in each slot, or what they are. FAIL.
Then, I went to weed my garden. Last year, it was pretty exciting, because I was starting new, with fresh dirt out of the bag. I put down a weed barrier underneath to try to stop anything from coming up. This was a waste of effort and money because we have this plant in our yard that looks like grass, and while I don't know the technical name for it, I just call it Satan's grass. Glenn calls it Lego grass. I think that sounds too pleasant when this grass is EVIL.
It starts like this:
Just a lump of thick grass in your lawn. Maybe you pull it up, maybe not - it doesn't matter, because no matter what you do, within a year, your lawn will look like this:
And unfortunately, my vegetable garden is already over-run with them. They don't pull up easy, either. And then, the WORST thing happened. I was using a spade to try to dig down to the roots of these things, and I severed an earth worm. The poor thing was writhing in pain, and I thought I was going to be sick. I know most people will think I'm ridiculous, and honestly, I don't care what other people think; I just don't feel that humans are superior to other life form, and I don't feel I have the right to decide what life form is worthless - even if it is as small as a worm - and I felt SO BAD that I hurt the poor little guy! And then I realized, there are literally DOZENS of worms in the garden, because they all started coming up. So clearly, I can't use the spade, so I just tried to pull it out as low as I could without tools. This is what it looks like now:
Obviously, this won't do, so I think what I'm going to have to do is pull the damn grass up one single blade at a time, every single day for the next half a year. I can't think of anything I would less rather be doing. I know from experience that I can't win the battle vs. this grass, even if I did pull it up from the roots, because it spreads like wildfire - seemingly over night. And it's all over my entire yard, and my neighbors' yards - it just isn't going to go away, so I feel like the garden is just going to be a daily annoyance for me. And, if I only get a handful of peas like last year, then this gardening thing is a complete waste of both my time and money.
For the record, after I came inside cursing left and right because of spilling my freshly-planted seeds and dealing with Satan's grass, Glenn went and dug one of those grass things to the bottom, and here's what it looks like:
So apparently it's some kind of bulb thing. I have no idea. I hate it.
And now, I need to go cut off all the nails that I broke doing all this, and try to dig the filth out from under what's left, and then probably take a shower because I just feel like I'm itching all over - probably a reaction to seeing bugs crawling around - although it's possible I am allergic to the activity of gardening.
Hooray for the 2012 garden. Not. *sigh*
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