Finally started the garden

I planted all seventeen of my Rutger's tomatoes a few days ago.  Even though we've been amending this garden with manure and compost for the past six years, there are still a lot of stinking rocks in there.  I keep rock buckets in the garden because a day doesn't go by when I don't till up, dig up or find a newly "grown" rock in there.

See that little bitty hole under the plants?  See those rocks to the left?
All those rocks came out of that single hole.  It defies physics.

Paul says I planted the tomatoes too close.  He says that every year.  But in retrospect, every year I have to put on a pith helmet and grab a machete to go harvest tomatoes.  Maybe he's on to something.

Today I took advantage of Grandma's awesome babysitting skills and worked outside in the garden again.  Weeding.  For like two hours.  My back is killing me, my hands are sore, but I'm making a dent in the jungle that has sprouted since our last deluge.  I've never realized how insanely difficult it is to pull out clover once it has a foothold in the soil.  This is some of the stuff we're trying to get established in the pasture, but of course, likes it better in my vegetable garden.

I also put down a 10' row of cucumber seeds and two 6' rows of snow peas along the garden fence.  Hopefully the stupid f'n peckerhead poultry chickens won't be able to poke their beady little heads through the fence and peck them to oblivion before they get established.

Checking the radar every half hour, hoping for rain.  The weather forecast was for a 70% chance of rain last night and today.  It's overcast, but not a drop anywhere near us.  Guess I'll have to water the tomatoes and newly planted seeds after all.  At least it's nice gardening weather.