"Just one minute in the garden to get something, and I will be right back." See where that leads this author.

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     Good morning I changed my routine this morning.  I went out to the greenhouse area early to water and plant while it was cooler out, and there was shade from the building.  Now I am back inside and will post about the day.  It was lovely to sit in the garden area which is the blacktop that the wagons are on.  I have potted flower plants in the back which you can’t see because of the wagons.  Boys helped me move trees to the blacktop and by the building yesterday.  I have an umbrella and table set up so I can sit and enjoy all the beauty.  It was lovely out.  Hope you have an area which you can sit and enjoy your hard work in the garden.  Today will be a pleasant day high of 79F(26C) with the dew point raising 65F.  JUST enjoy, stay cool, and stay safe.
 
Australia family and friends for their August 6, Wed will have high of 56F(14C0  rainy conditions expected around 11AM wind  gusts up to13 MPH.  It is 2:41AM in Australia Wed.  while it is 11:41 AM Tuesday here.  Stay warm, stay safe, stay dry.
 
I found this article and I can relate to it not just in the garden but doing bookwork, housework and other things.  Just one minute to do something leads to something else before you get that one things done. 
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The One-Minute Gardener  By Jill Draper
One fine morning, I was on a mission, banana peel in hand, ready to toss it into the compost box. Simple enough, right? But as fate would have it, a few wet grass clippings decided to hitch a ride on my shoe. Suddenly, my quick trip turned into a full-scale garden inspection.
My first stop: a cluster of cleome sprouts that had popped up from the seed pods I’d oh-so-helpfully scattered last Fall. I thought they needed a nudge to get going, but these little overachievers were already aiming to reach their “devil’s darning needle” phase. So, down I went, yanking them out for the hundredth time this month, feeling like a one-woman weed-whacking crew.
While I was down there, I spied a couple of dandelions sneaking under the okra. With my trowel locked away in the garage and my determination (and laziness) in full swing, I grabbed a pointy stick and did some makeshift excavating. Most of the roots came out, but my glasses now sported a fashionable splatter of mud. Then I spotted a pokeweed pretending to be basil. Nice try, buddy. I duck-waddled over and gave it the ol’ heave-ho.
At this point, my knees were staging a protest. Sure, there was a plastic stool on the patio, but I was closer to an old brick wedged in a suspicious hole in my rabbit fence. So, I brushed off the brick, parked myself, and tried to ignore the fact that my knees were now kissing my chin. It was a tight squeeze—let’s just say, there was some overflow.
From my new vantage point, I saw some cherry tomatoes that had ripened overnight. I couldn’t let the squirrels have them, so I figured I’d grab them now. Soon, my hands were overflowing with tomatoes, and while I usually keep a lovely wicker basket on the kitchen counter for these occasions, my muddy shoes weren’t about to let me go inside to fetch it. Solution? I rolled up the tomatoes in the bottom of my shirt, of course.
Sure, a few were split from the recent rain, and yes, my shirt now had a colorful new stain, but it probably needed a wash anyway. As I wandered around with my makeshift bundle, I couldn’t resist adding a couple of jalapenos and some pole beans that were threatening to go from fresh to future soup stock if I didn’t pick them soon.
Just when I thought I was done, another weed caught my eye. I attacked it with my trusty stick, which promptly broke under the pressure. Undeterred, I grabbed a sharp-edged stone and kept going. It was dirty, rough, and had absolutely no regard for my skin, but who needs manicures when you’re a garden warrior? I was making good progress until up strolled my husband.
There I was, perched on my brick, sporting a tomato-leaf smudge on my shoulder and zinnia petals in my hair. He took one look at me and asked, “Have you gone back to the Stone Age? What happened to those nice tools I bought you? You said you’d be ready to go in a minute, and it’s been half an hour!”
“Oh, all right,” I sighed, struggling to my feet with my shirt full of produce. “I’m just about done. I only went out to the garden for a minute!”
Taken from https://foodgardening.mequoda.com/articles/the-one-minute-gardener
Till next time this is Becky Litterer, Becky’s Greenhouse, Dougherty Iowa [email protected]  641-794-3337  cell 641-903-9365  Beckysgreenhouse.com  Facebook Becky Kerndt Litterer or Becky’s Greenhouse