Good Dirt

This week we've been dealing with our dirt. I mean that literally and figuratively. We're testing our soil in one of our garden beds. The seeds aren't coming up as fast in one section of new soil as they are in a more established bed that's been worked with compost for two years. We bought a home testing kit from the Flower Bin in Longmont so we can check pH, nitrogen, potassium and other levels. It will be interesting to see what happens in the next day or two and determine what we need to add to balance it all out.

We're also dealing with the figurative nitty gritty "dirt" of kids growing up. There's a balancing act going on around here about three boys pushing boundaries and consequences. Must be an end-of-the-school-year catharsis. It's exhausting, dirty business, but hopefully - can't help myself with the metaphor here - the seeds of a good groundwork will pay off.  If it were only as simple as adding a little nitrogen to even things out ...

This week's garden crop was French Breakfast radishes. They're longer and bit thinner than their traditional counterparts. Serve them sliced on toast with a little salt and butter for a real treat. We've also got more lemon cucumber plants per many requests from market goers. We won't be there next weekend for Memorial Day, but come down the following week and pick up a plant.

The market was cold and rainy this weekend. Not as many shoppers. We needed to pack a more robust lunch for our kiddos. They were all starving when the market ended. Need to address that Maslow hierarchy of needs. Take a moment to HALT -  address whether you're hungry, angry, lonely, tired. That would help with all of our moods and behavior.

Jack's exhaustion and hunger in the car threw him in to a tailspin of an existential crisis asking, "Is God even real? How did he know how to make the world? What does he do all day?"

We need some radishes stat.