It’s a beautiful day, today is. Sunny, calm, and just warm enough. Which means I have to garden.
For the last couple of weeks, Kevin has been working all day, every day. First thing in the morning, he has coffee and catches up on the news, and then heads out to get things done. He built an entire shed inside a week. Okay, he had help from his friend Dave, but still. A shed. In a week.
He has amended the soil in the garden, the raised beds, the hoophouse, the raspberries, and around the fig trees. He has built a tomato trellis that, come Armageddon, will still be standing. He has reassembled our hydroponic system. He has mulched the potatoes and staked the snap peas. He has begun to move all the gardening supplies from the hoophouse and the garage into the shed. Which he built. In a week.
And what have I been doing all this time? Primarily, patting myself on the back for having chosen a husband so very wisely.
Kevin deploys what are arguably the two most powerful weapons in getting things done – ingenuity and industry – in getting things done around here. But he also practices patience and forbearance in dealing with a wife who, although she can hold her own in the ingenuity department, shows a serious deficit when it comes to industry. Armchair ingenuity is just not all that helpful, particularly when it takes the form of constructive suggestions to improve what the industry of her husband hath wrought. A supervisory role is not what’s called for.
“Hey, you missed a spot!”
Still, I haven’t been keeping up my end. My excuse, and it’s not a very good one, is that Kevin likes to garden. But no one likes to shovel three yards of wood chips around the shed and the chicken coop, even on a beautiful day like today, so I better go help him. And not just in a supervisory role.