A really good week-end. My husband did not work. Amazing. I can count of the fingers of one hand how often that happens in a year. He had in mind to plant a vegetable garden. It reminded me of 'if you give a mouse a cookie' story. When he asked for the pic axe, I should have asked more questions.
For years we had a minuscule plot of land inside a community garden. We planted everything in that garden; corn, potatoes, of course tomatoes, cucumbers, radishes, beets, broccoli, artichoke, stwawberry. Well, we called them that. A more exercised eye would have mostly seen crawling ants, worms, beetles, weeds and disease. You sure had to close your eyes before you swallowed. Oh it was organic gardening all right.
The point was, we got closer to the land as the kids played in the grass, I napped and blew on dandelions and he used brute force, pic axes and shears. Whatever money we saved on veggies, we spent on gas and water trying (and failing) to clean the vegetables. It was great.