You know that, “get back from vacation and feel like to you need a vacation to recover from your vacation feeling?” Yeah, that.
We enjoyed a fabulous week in the Smoky Mountains (except for that part where a bee stung me on the arch of my foot and the subsequent itching like crazy and swelling that engulfed my ankle bone) and returned on Saturday so that we could have a day to recover before heading back to work spend all day Sunday gardening. Hard core gardening.
I whipped eight (or more?) rows of potatoes into shape with the help of my friend the soil miller (see here for more information), and Matthew planted forty-eight tomato plants, along with peppers, eggplant, and tomatillos. We staggered back into our apartment shortly before eight o’clock last night, and somehow found the energy to make dinner. (I was seriously considering finishing the last few pretzel thins from our road snack stash and going straight to bed without dinner.)
I will post vacation and garden pictures soon, but top priority right now is unpacking/reclaiming our apartment and getting back on track so we don’t eat sandwiches for lunch all week.