My least favorite gardening task.
Though it’s kinda hard to be a wimp about it when…..
….my cousin’s 78-year-old mother is out there hoeing, too.
Look how dry it is!!! (Why don’t weeds need rain to grow???)
Our garden is way behind due to the “moderate” drought we’ve been having this summer. We’ve started getting some rain in the last couple weeks, though, so things are looking up. Except for that hoeing thing. Rain means more hoeing. But fresh vegetables from the garden–yum! Is there anything better? Sigh…. Back to hoeing….
I get plenty of company while I’m hoeing. The cats love to stroll between the corn and chase the weeds that fly from my hoe. I have to stop and pet them.
There’s unexpected beauty, too. Look at these garlic tops. Who knew they were so pretty? I have to stop and admire them.
And then there’s cabbage-as-art. Wow. I have to stop and get my camera.
And there I go again, running around taking pictures, forgetting to hoe…… Oops.