You know you’re in West Virginia if you’re gardening sideways.
We like unpaved roads with steep drop-offs, no guard rails, hairpin curves, and all other things that are difficult, too. If anyone can garden on a slant, we can.
Well, okay, sometimes I just garden on a slant in a secondary role. At least, you know, when the hard part is going on. Like that digging stuff. But look! I am like Vanna White turning over letters. I hand over the stakes and tell 52 what a great job he’s doing. “You look so cute when you’re hammering, honey.”
And look at me and my farmgirl boots standing on the wire. I’m a good helper.
This is the fruit section. We planted three thornless (THORNLESS!) blackberry bushes and a self-pollinating blueberry bush to join last weekend’s peach tree.
Grow little blackberry, grow. Look, do you see that cut on my hand? I bet Vanna never got a cut from turning over letters. She couldn’t handle this gardening on a slant thing. She’s not tough like me!!
We (using the term “we” loosely) staked out a 30-foot by 40-foot section in the yard near the house, overlooking the river, bordering the “fruit section” along the bank by the driveway, for the kitchen garden. I see asparagus, tomatoes, peppers, and herbs.
And I see a dog at the end of the day in the shadows of pink sunset on my farm.
I live on a farm!
And I got a cut on my hand and everything, so I’m a real farmer now. Right? I think my farmgirl boots got a little muddy, too. Then I went inside and baked some bread because I am a multi-tasker.
