Does Anyone Even Make One?

I am sitting in my living room with my feet up, rather than being outside in the somewhat decent weather while waiting for the rain to arrive.  I’d hoped to get the collards and kale out of the Big Bed, weed it, and get in the peppers and eggplants I bought yesterday at the Canby Master Gardener Show.  I was stern with myself and only bought those plants to replace what didn’t germinate for me*.  It was hard, but I stuck to bell peppers, sweet Italian peppers and serranos. Oh, and basil for pesto and borage for the bees, but that was it.

So why am I sitting on my arse instead of working?  Because I stuck my spading fork into my middle toe and I’m trying to get it to stop bleeding.  And before you ask how the hell did I do that, let me tell you, it’s a whole easier to do than you think it is.  I also stuck it through my expensive Muck boot, and I’m despondent about that. Not sure if I can repair it or not.  It certainly won’t self-heal like my toe, which has finally stopped gushing but is still throbbing, eventually will.

Where’s a steel-toed rubber boot when you need one?

* Next year I’m buying Franchi seed from Seeds from Italy.