This post has become as scattered as my thoughts and efforts related to gardening are. Sorry, but here you are ...
Yesterday I bought my soil and sheep manure and called Jim who is going to build my first raised square foot gardening box . He is a competent and reliable carpenter (rather than a fine craftsman) whom I know and trust. Today I will arrange for him to use my account for all the hardware necessary. I hope that I will be able to start mixing soil and manure and planting on the weekend.
I am very much an amateur at all this, but I am excited by the thought of actually producing food in a manageable garden that just requires a little care and attention. Boxes, pots and planters seem more manageable than plots, even though I know that weed seeds are ingenious travelers that move about as often by air as any other way. With the raised box there will enough depth of soil for the veggies as well as manageability.
Jim says he will be trying to convince me to build a second box. I am not so sure I want to bite off too much this first season. I will be planting other things like climbing green and yellow beans and herbs in the zany zen garden.
Someone said that a gardener is an optimist, a person who believes there will be a future. At almost 70, I guess I am a cautious optimist.
In other gardening news ...
I will also be asking Jim's advice about getting my composter working again. It has stopped and I have been chopping up orange peels and such in the blender before adding them, in an attempt to get it going properly. I was told yesterday that I should place the bin in the sun where the heat can help the action. I have had the thing for years but have never used the compost. Probably the richest soil on my property in under this thing.
I have laid a perimeter of broken eggshells around the hostas to discourage the slugs that have already begun to appear (often on Kenya's face ... she does find other species fascinating), and the mint I planted a couple of years ago on the hill is beginning to sprout anew, along with the indomitable oregano which thrives in a tiny patch of dappled sunshine nearby.
Last fall I transplanted the chives and lavender to a new spot in a corner of my grey water field because the lumber for the siding had to be piled where they grew. Despite the fact that it is not the sunniest place, they seem happy enough too. I want to have them in the zany zen garden, though ... and also the oregano ... not sure whether I will start new ones there or transplant these again.
Last fall, my friend, Sharon, planted nine little Mungo pines along the laneway and up by the parking lot. All but two survived. This year she is going to give me some low growing evergreens (the name is escaping me) for the lower garden ... and also some rocks and gravel from their gravel pit for the road.
Rowboat Flo gave me several large pails in which to store lake water near the garden. It will let the lake water warm up before I use it for watering. She has also started some herbs indoors that she has offered to share.
So I may be a neophyte, and a very cautious optimist, but I am surrounded by inveterate gardeners who are knowledgeable and generous with their time, expertise, and energy. These two gardens will produce good things.
Today I am going to buy two different types of paint so that I can turn a little garbage picking find into a useful piece of garden art. It is one of those little glass topped tables ... with an ugly black metal frame and removable glass top. When I am finished I hope it will look like a piece of abstract stained glass art. And that it will hold a tea cup or wine glass with a bit of whimsical flair.
Enjoy your day whether you are gardening or not, and join me in believing in a future in which all growing things can thrive and provide happiness.