Gardener Todd

Todd has also been working really hard in the gardens. Tonight he has been out there for several hours finishing the lawn timbers around my perrenial bed. Being Todd, he does a very thorough job. He secures all the pieces with rebar and everything is measured just so. I ventured out for a while and weeded (those darn baby maple trees are everywhere), but I am sick of being eaten alive (I read somewhere that pregnant ladies are more attractive to skeeters), so I came in. Last night we were out there for two hours together. He helped me plant the last of my seeds, and he put up a picket fence around my icky pile of yard waste. He also put in a soaker hose in my tomatoes and peppers. This should prevent water from splashing dirt up on the leaves, causing blight. I weeded, fertilized, and put oyster shells around my hostas. I am experimenting with the shells this year to kill my sworn enemies, The Slugs. I have tons of slugs and they chew holes in my hostas. Supposedly when they slide across the oyster shells, the shells will slit their stomachs open and suck all the juices out of them, causing them to dehydrate and die. I say Bring It On! I hate the little monsters. I shall never cease in my mission to kill all the slugs in my backyard. Todd just squished a big fat one for me tonight.

Well, I need to go check on the lasagna. We are in a food rut and nothing seems to appeal to TMS, so tonight I made him some lasagna and some ham salad for his lunches. I might make some of Jen's beer bread too as long as the oven is heated up.