Bill and Emily came to help me in the garden today. And what champion help they were!
To begin with, Bill tossed several 40 pound bags of top soil up and over the six-foot, barbed-wire topped chain link fence!
Next, Emily completely cleared the fence line of English Ivy. "Getting rid of ivy is a hobby of mine," she said. Well, have at it, girl!
Then Bill added the topsoil and conditioner to the raised beds and roto-tilled it all in.
Meanwhile, I hammered in an edging for the flower and herb bed that skirts the fence.
Finally, Bill used the pick axe to set the trellis for the beans deep enough into the soil so it would stand by itself, and I planted 7 tomatoes, 5 little okra, a couple of peppers, a coneflower and a tiny little basil plant.
A couple of hours later the plot was looking good, and more importantly? It was in a condition where no one will scold me, at least for a few weeks.
Thanks you guys!
End Note: While researching the title of this post, I discovered that the term mayday originated as a radio call in the 1920's and is derived from a shortened version of the French term "venez m'aider", or come help me!
Merci beaucoup, Bill and Emily, and a "hon hon hon" to the garden police (that's supposed to be haughty French laughter).
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