I’ve hardly spent anytime on my computer lately – or indoors for that matter – because I can’t keep myself out of the garden.
It’s still a work in progress, but the work brings me such joy.
Over the past two years Berni built me the most gorgeous raised garden planters. This year he installed copper supports so we could place plastic sheeting cold frames over the beds early in the year, and get a head start on the planting. We tried plastic hoops last year but that failed.
Since Berni got all the beds done I have slowly been perfecting what I plant where. The garden is on the south side of the house, and has varying sun and is surrounded by spruces. We cover the beds in winter to stop the needles from acidifying the soil. I think we’ve got it finally right and this year will be our best year yet. Fingers crossed.
We survey the plants and look out for mice or vole damage. Last year was terrible for rodent damage, this year is better so far.
It’s early, but it all looks great. I have eaten one cuke, some cherry tomatoes and some rhubarb already, and I have strawberries, one fig and one jalapeno each already a good size.
As an extra joy, I discovered we have a bee hive under an old wooden pallet around a corner behind the house where no one goes, but only about 6 metres away from the garden. That is fabulous; it assures me my tomatoes and peppers will get pollinated and produce fruit. The rose bush loves them too.
I trimmed the hedge and the trees in the patio area on the other side of the house. We plan to buy a pear tree so I have to dig that hole this week. I need to finish putting rocks down on the paths between the beds. Weeding is constant. I still have to bundle the branches I trimmed. I have an idea to plant and bend a willow topiary. I’ve cleaned up and spray painted an old iron patio table and chairs, and started weaving new seats.
I want to blog but I don’t know how much I can tear myself from my yardwork.