There’s something therapeutic about working outside. The feeling of working with your hands, creating something, and having immediate visual payoff. It’s awesome. This week I was productive. Like, super productive. The weeks of being cooped inside and sick filled me with the need to be doing something. I weeded my flower garden, I re-mulched for spring, I cleaned out the fish pond, and I made a raised garden bed. By myself. In one day.

Internet, I cannot begin to tell you how cool this felt. I’ve wanted a garden for as long as I can remember. Partially because I hate grocery shopping, and because walking right outside for fruits, vegetables, and herbs is an amazing feeling.

However, I really need to figure out this watering thing. I broke the sprinkler on Day 1 (it didn’t even reach the whole garden) and have been going back and forth hand watering like Laura Ingalls Wilder. There has to be a better way.