I just haven't got as far as I had hoped to this weekend. Yesterday I only managed two hours digging before having a girl's outing with my friend, Michelle.So, today, having had a cursory clean of the house I took advantage of the last expected sunny day and mowed the front and back lawns before getting on my knees and plucking the straggly grass from close to the fence. After that I decided to make use of the compost we'd made over the past 18 months.
Not having the luxury of two composters I had to lift the compost bin and fork out the top half, the uncomposted vegetable peelings, fresh grass clippings and broken eggshells into the wheelbarrow before digging the bottom, composted half into the ground between the shed and the greenhouse. Having used all the vegetable patch already (which leaves no room for succession planting) I have prepared this strip for the sweetcorn and may be some more peas.
Within moments my companion gardener, Lola, the big chicken we've inherited was in the patch, scratching over it and looking for fat worms. The soil here was already good and so she did not have to wait long before unearthing a few wrigglers.
The soil over behind the hen house though is almost lifeless. I shall have to dig in lots of compost and before long it will encourage some activity. Although I ended up continuing to dig that stretch of the ground I didn't finish it, preferring to sit by the hammock and talk to Luke who was happily swinging in it. Another hour and every part of the ground we can use will have been worked over. Is it then time to start on the front garden?
Nah, I still think I have some scope in the back. Gardens evolve and just because I have it how I want it now that doesn't mean I won't be changing something. Still, keeps me out of mischief!
Not having the luxury of two composters I had to lift the compost bin and fork out the top half, the uncomposted vegetable peelings, fresh grass clippings and broken eggshells into the wheelbarrow before digging the bottom, composted half into the ground between the shed and the greenhouse. Having used all the vegetable patch already (which leaves no room for succession planting) I have prepared this strip for the sweetcorn and may be some more peas.
Within moments my companion gardener, Lola, the big chicken we've inherited was in the patch, scratching over it and looking for fat worms. The soil here was already good and so she did not have to wait long before unearthing a few wrigglers.
Nah, I still think I have some scope in the back. Gardens evolve and just because I have it how I want it now that doesn't mean I won't be changing something. Still, keeps me out of mischief!
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