OK, so no, I've not been kidnapped by aliens and yes I'm over my pouting spell about my miserable failure to expand my kitchen garden before the first frost. Seriously, that's pretty much what I've been doing. Sitting around pouting about it and refusing to blog on the count of I can't get passed the pouting long enough to write about gardening, or to do any actual gardening.
I've called for help. At 7:00 am tomorrow morning the dude who mows my yard will be here to take a look at all the plants I want moved from the fence line to make room for the kitchen garden. Since I really don't feel strongly about where stuff ought to go, I'm in danger of ending up with some real freaky plant positioning. I love this guy but he's the one who poodle'd every last shrub I own last year. He needs strict supervision!
The garlic sets that I ordered from Seeds of Change are still sitting on my kitchen table in the box they arrived in. I have no idea if this means they're no good or what but I'm sure hoping they'll be OK since who can afford 30 bucks down the drain in this economy.
By the way, I decided to go with option #2, if you are keeping up.