Here's a quick post. The fall garden is mostly planted. Sunday was the day that I buckled down, turned the compost in and decided which seeds to put in the ground. I went with carrots (Danvers and Dragon), lettuce (Chadwick's Rodan and Red Romaine), spinach (Regiment - my favorite) and gold beets. I put the Grey Griselle shallots in the old potato tower which has gone unused ever since the potatoes made a mockery of it, and I put in a few Tom Thumb sugar peas.
I bought organic spinach and arugula salad last week for Michael and it smelled rotten upon opening. That's what put a fire under me. The worst lettuce I grow is better than the best lettuce that I can buy. And it's difficult to grow bad lettuce, even bug eaten and bolted is fresher and better from my garden beds.
The garden makes me feel optimistic and keeps me looking forward in a way that the hens do not. It's difficult to collect a single egg these days and everyone seems to be culling their birds. It makes me wonder what's wrong with me. I've talked about it for years but have never been able to go forward with it. There is the thinnest moral thread of worry about taking a life with my bare hands which makes no sense at all since I am perfectly willing to rip open a plastic wrapped carcass, roast it and enjoy it. I call my best friend and we laugh about this.
I laugh when I think about how absurd I can be. I laugh when I run because I feel so conspicuous which in turn makes me look even more ridiculous - laughing and running and lumbering along the asphalt on the road near the cemetery. I laugh because running still feels so foreign to me, unnatural. I do not laugh the following day when my feet are cramped and screaming. Today is the first day that my feet have felt normal the day after running. Could it be the new shoes? Could they have been worth the investment?
It's all new to me and I chase down any lead that might improve my new habit.
"You need to open your hip flexors," my boss told me. "They're tight. You need to stretch them out."
I spent the evening looking up hip flexor stretches and found a yoga sequence for runners. I want to end this endeavor intact, not in a leg brace or using a cane. An injury would put a damper on so many things. The last time I injured my knee and felt like I absolutely had to get some seeds in the ground, I sat on the edge of the garden bed with my braced leg stuck out into the path and fell back into the bed then rolled onto my stomach to scratch a furrow and stick a row of seeds in the ground. I could go a lifetime without doing that again.
Until next time, breathe deep and stretch, people!