Peas and Thank You are the Magic Words

I have been giving myself a guilt trip for weeks now about my garden. It is March. It is time to plant peas. We had some beautiful days a couple weeks back and a few of my friends planted their peas and I have felt guilty that I didn't join in the fun. But every time I drive in I see this:

Weeds. I hate weeding, especially grass because the roots are as long as the Great Wall in China! I mean really, it's March, don't weeds know they are suppose to take a break and not grow until at least July?!

So at 10 this morning my dear daughter, who is sacrificing her spring break time to help out, and I set to removing the grass and weeds. I then made a quick run to Home Depot for some compost (notice the van has switched parking spots in the carport) and pulled out the rototiller. Thankfully the tiller started right up! Wahoo! I really love using the rototiller!

Aren't I cute?

This is a big girl toy I bought for myself a few years back.

I let my husband use it when I don't want to.

And here is my darling daughter, who is sacrificing her spring break to help me out, smoothing out the soil with a rake. She did an awesome job. Such a good job that she had to redo the smoothing I did on the other side.

Then somehow when I was putting the tiller away I got an owie.

After dumping on the compost, tilling and smoothing the planting begins! I planted two rows of snap peas on the outside and two rows of shelling peas on the inside. In between I scattered on some parsley, spinach and lettuce seeds.

My clever neighbor and her cute dog came over to inspect the job because she couldn't believe I was actually outside.

I have worked very had at burying myself in my basement with my sewing machine all winter.

No wonder I have a Vitamin D deficiency.

And Viola! After covering the seeds and giving them some water we have a full bed planted and one waiting for the last frost date so that I can put in some zucchinis and cucumbers.

And it's only noon. Ho hum. (I'm exhausted and ready for a nap!)

Tomatoes will go on the other side of the house this year. I am hoping to ask my darling husband to build a couple of raised beds on the other side of the house so that the tomatoes can have a nice home too. I'm going to show him these instructions for making a raised bed, and hope he feels inspired. Maybe if I say "Peas."