Planting Time

Every year, at the beginning of winter, I do two things to make sure my spring is filled with as much muscle soreness as possible.

    1.  Sign up for a half-marathon in May.

    2.  Buy more garden seeds than last 

          year.

This year was the ultimate set-up....

  

     1.  LAST year I hadn't necessarily 

          trained for the run, but I'd been 

          consistently running a few miles 

          three times a week.

     2.  LAST year I ordered lots of seeds 

          but I started them myself in my 

          south window, therefore only a 

          fraction made it to "planting" size.

THIS year:

     1.  I hadn't run even a mile since 

         January.

     2.  My friend Ginny, a.k.a. The Green 

          Goddess, planted my seeds in her 

          greenhouse.  Guaranteed growth 

          with that combination!!!

When I got the call, "Come get your plants.  Bring the truck and a few helpers", I was a little nervous.  Rightly so.  FOUR truckloads later I had the tomatoes at the farm...just the tomatoes!!  And they weren't your little "oh, aren't they cute" little plants.  These were "why are you still living with your parents" HUGE!!

Bad picture...beautiful plants.

For those of you who have planted tomatoes before, you may or may or know that the plant should be planted deep...very deep...like almost buried to it's eyeballs.

Over a hundred very tall plants...over a hundred very deep holes....13.1 miles....dilemma.....

I didn't know whether to run to Ginny and kiss her or punch her in the face and run for my life.

I decided I can't do either.  I CAN'T MOVE MY LEGS!!!!!!