Month of Martha - Day 2

So, in my best Martha Mode, I got up this morning and made the bed, made coffee--grinding the beans, of course, but admittedly not by hand--then after a brief trip to the gym I was ready to tackle the garlic.

First I dug up one of the sunnier beds
realizing a little late that a swimming workout is not necessarily the best forerunner to an afternoon of shoveling, then I dug out the first compost "harvest" from our compost bin,
adding a few shovelfuls of dirt from the bed where the sugar peas were this year (peas are a legume and put nitrogen back in the soil when they grow, which is really good for most other plants), and with the help of Gardening Kitty
who loves gardening but is deathly afraid of the wheel barrow, I mixed up the soil, then planted 5 or 6 rows of garlic.
A smarter person would have counted. We have Susanville--a softneck having a flavor with "real character"--on the farthest side, then somewhere in the middle it transitions to Polish White--an old world artichoke softneck with a "real punchy taste." I have no idea what any of that means. The big claim to fame for these is that The Garlic Store swears they are easy to grow--and they were one of the few varieties they still had in stock. I have no idea what "real character" tastes like, but I'm guessing garlic with a "real punchy taste" can be translated into "causing dragon breath."

The directions say to cover the garlic bed with 4 inches of mulch,
which was finally enough incentive to rake the front lawn. Somehow I doubt Martha rakes her own lawn, but I can't be exact--I don't have a state-sponsored ankle bracelet, either.

All the yardwork wore out my compatriot,
but I made cookies!
With real butter & sugar and everything. Andy almost fainted from the shock.

By dinner time, my Martha Mojo was running low...