This stuff is flourishing out back. Any ideas what it is? Furry leaves, tiny purplish flowers, happy in the shade.
After some help from the wonderful folks at Gardenweb, it is apparently Veronica hederifolia.
Seven rows dug, sifted, tilled. One more to go, then the back part which worries me a bit. Call it the Dump. More rocks, more roots, no more Star Wars figures.
I much appreciate previous owner's shovel. The fork makes a huge difference, as I got two rows done this morning. I keep reminding myself that this may be next year's garden, and that's just fine. I find myself being meticulous, and enjoying not having to be efficient, no hurrying, no need to be done. Enjoying the doing. Feeling more optimistic that I can get some kind of crop, maybe lettuce in that 8th row.
When I find worms, I try to lift them out, and put them into where I've already dug and filled in. I tell them "Hey, little guy, this is a better place for you right now." Got a good number all the way around. Hopefully, they'll like the looser soil, and hang around. I don't mind handing them with gloves. When I was a kid, and went barefoot whenever possible, the worms in the dirt seriously creeped me out. Understanding what they do makes them more interesting, if not more photogenic.
Only want to stop having the garden songs going through my head as I work in the dirt. The Garden Song (Inch by Inch), Octopus's Garden, Seeds of Brotherhood. Although when La Isla Bonita got stuck, I went back to the others. Not even rethinking the lyric as "Last night I dreamed I was Pedro..." helped. I need to go out there with a song in my head already.
Being very careful of my back and thumb, I'm sure I look ridiculous sitting down to shovel dirt. Have my thumb brace on under the glove. I figure, I'm allowed to look very silly. I'm in my own garden, and I'm too old to feel peer pressure - not that there is anyone to see to ridicule me anyway. So I puttered about quite contentedly.