The potatoes are planted, the ones that had been growing in a paper grocery bag kept under the sink all winter.
And the tomato plants are planted thanks to my sons help, I like to plant my plants before a thunderstorm, I don't know why, but I think they grow better. Usually I plant 48 plants, but this year do to someones, not mine for a change, poor math skill I ended up with 72 plants.
Hopefully there will be green and wax beans, spaghetti squash and zucchini, kohlrabi and cucumbers. and of course, a small but very sincere pumpkin patch for the Great pumpkin to rise out of.
While planting i cut my hand, not a serious cut, but as I cleaned it and put a bandage on it, had to smile thinking back to the time I had helped my Dad plant his garden, Ok may-be help is too strong a word.
One year I patiently picked all of the spilled peas off the top of a barrel, I'm not sure what I got cut on but something, I showed my Dad the wound and he took out his handkerchief and after folding it. he tied it around my hand. It was quite the bandage, I am sure it made my tiny cut look huge and serious, and important.
