Easter Saturday Behind the Trench

Such a beautiful day and I did not take advantage of it. Russ and I did get up early and go to the farmers market as we do every Saturday. But with no access to my garden since it is in the demilitarized zone across the impassable trench I could not buy any plants. This is THE weekend to plant. Vendors were full of seedlings begging me to put them in my soil. Yellow grape tomatoes, Japanese eggplant, white globe eggplant, crooked neck yellow squash, Italian zucchini, Thai basil, lemon sage so many yummy varieties.
Instead we bought one small basket of over priced strawberries. Something has gone terribly wrong with the strawberry crop this year making me very sad. Russ got his usual kale and I got arugula, since I cannot get to the garden to see if mine is ready to harvest.
It was a day of sad chores, like changing the batteries in two different kitchen thermometers or changing the sheets and doing four loads of laundry. At least the water was back on and the sewer line was working so I could do water chores. But is was all chores, no fun, no digging, no planting no easter renewal. Well, I guess new batteries are renewal, but not on the Jesus scale.
The Easter bunny did do his duty ready for the hunt. Shay just looked at the bunny with the “where is my basket look.” No baskets for anyone, just a hunt for cash. Not your normal Easter weekend back here behind the trench.