Planting and Departing

Well, the beds survived last night's storm and Ed Wilson's exaggerations. Now, they're subject primarily to freak chance amid the vicissitudes of  our new globally warmed weather.

Saturday, I called in our pool of itinerant Damon labor to help with the planting.

When I get back in two weeks from my bike trip down the Oregon coast, I expect to be eating at least a decent mixed green salad from my front yard.

Now, I have to finish packing my panniers and then head up to St. Paul to catch the 10 pm train to Portland.