C has done a great job of keeping such a large veggie bed weed-free in my absence. While I regard weeding (especially hand-weeding) as a necessary evil, C calls it his relaxation. He gets down on his hands and knees with a little L-shaped hand tool and winkles those nasty weeds out from between the plants. He even worked away at my cutting bed despite his assertion that he won't tend any plants that can't be eaten. I shouldn't cut him up so much. Thank goodness he finds his carelessness as amusing as I do, but perhaps not as annoying.
Early this week, I dug three hills of fingerling potatoes - enough for a meal for us, one for the old gentleman who mows our lawn ( Before any of you think I'm taking advantage of him, he does it with a ride-on mower to keep hiself active. In return, besides paying him, I bake sweets for him.) and one for the friends who introduced the species to us. They were yummy. Next week, I'm going to make 'Spring Stew' which is simply small new potatoes, fresh peas, baby carrots and small onions in a basic cream sauce. I add fresh dill to the sauce sometimes, but it can be left unflavoured or any other herb can be subsituted for the dill. I'm a dill freak and there's way more in my garden than I can use. The recipe works only with veggies fresh from the garden. I've tried using purchased produce in the past and produced a dismal failure. I don't understand why. That's just the way it is.
Today, C and I are off to watch one of our granddaughters compete in a horse show. According to her mom, and judging by the number of ribbons on display in her bedroom, she's a very accomplished rider at 9 years of age. We are supposed to get thunder storms this afternoon. I hope not. I really want to see her ride in competition.