I had such grand plans. Last summer the neat rows of seeds I’d planted in our little garden fell victim to sudden, heavy rainfall: most of the beets and Swiss chard ended up crowded in a corner. I thought we’d avoid that mess this year with seed tape. After the delicate lines of seeded paper were down and covered with soil, we spread out a drip irrigation hose and turned it on. I hadn’t counted on our scotty dog. She thinks all hoses and sprinklers are for her own personal entertainment. While drip irrigation doesn’t spray like a hose, it does make a hose-like sound. Lassie heard it and dug up the bed looking for the source of the noise. I tried to repair the damage, but I’m sure the carrots will come up among the radishes, and the beets, onions and romaine have been mixed up, too. Maybe instead of five different signs, I should just make one: SALAD.
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