Coulda, Shoulda, Woulda: The Last of the Regrets

I'm only going to say this one last time: Ooops. I've never failed so hard at gardening. I was a little distracted by the hormone haze of nausea. I also had a big fat case of the Maybe Laters. Imagine someone on muscle relaxers. (Actually... pregnancy does involve natural muscle relaxers. I hadn't thought of that.) Here's my Didn't Do List:

1) Rake and pile up leaves in my compost. Snow fell before I got to it. Not that the snow came early...
2) Dig the carrots. I've been digging carrots the first week in December for the past few years. Apparently I have just been getting lucky. It's 7F out there. Carrotsicles!
3) Plant late spinach to overwinter. This stinks because spinach never grows for me unless I overwinter it. And next spring I likely won't be out in the garden early with a newborn. Oh well. Letting go of spinach... right now... That hurts a little.
4) Roll up the hose. I didn't even roll up the hose? It's strung out under 6 inches of snow. Luckily the landlords don't mow until July. I might be able to save it.
5) Plant the cover crop or green manure. Eh. Maybe next time.

FAIL!  I love it. I'm keeping my expectations for spring low as well.

Wait a minute! I DID get the garlic in! (Tiny little heel click dance to celebrate.)

The baby's due the first week of March. My only goal is to get outside and get some fresh air with the new itty bitty gardener. We'll see what we can do!

The pregnant, neglectful gardener far from the garden in southeast Arizona.