The exercise:
Write about something that: lingers.
I feel like we're almost on top of the potting up at last. There's still lots to do, of course, but nothing too urgent.
This freed Kat and I up to finally get the leeks transplanted out into the garden this morning. Those little buggers have been staring at us with guilt-inducing eyes for at least a week, maybe two. Hell, I wouldn't put three out of the question.
Anyway, it's done now. Cross it off the list, on to the next task.
Mine:
This evening I went back out to the garden to get some weeding done. We've been ignoring the garlic in favor of other things but I wanted to at least get started on it.
It's a pretty fun area to work in, as the green and red leaf lettuce that Kat seeded last fall has finally chosen to show up in random spots all around the garlic. On top of that are a romaine or two, and what appears to be a cabbage plant. It's a bit ridiculous, really.
Anyway, I spent an hour or so in there, yanking out the weeds and leaving the produce to continue growing. We'll probably transplant the lettuce at some point, but that will come later. When I was done I came back home, had a shower, and then did the dinner dishes.
And right now? My fingers still smell like garlic.
