Garden
I put in a garden yesterday. Well, yesterday and a week and a half. We began, Ben and me, to work on the garden during Spring Break, after talking about gardens and gardening, sustenance and self-reliance for years.
We received a load of antique bricks and cinderblocks from Sandy a month ago, which I had thought to put into a herringbone patio in the back space behind the house itself. We then pulled the bricks up, after admiring how well they looked, so we could work on the plumbing. Eh, no matter. It was a great start to my new leaf of workout plans. So we then purchased around forty bags of dirt over the next three weeks, tilled the backyard fenceline into a raised bed, moved railroad ties from on the property to create raised beds in the center of the backyard. We tilled, filled, fertigated, fertilized and raked the beds into healthy tilth, crumbly and ferrous smelling. I put small staked LED solar panel lights out at the border of the bed, with tiny lampshades that look like Chinese lanterns.
Then, beginning on Friday, I planted our green materials. Tomatoes: Romas, Cherokee Purples and Boxcar Willies; Tomatillos, Peppers: Habanero, Cayenne, Serrano, Banana, Chilli, Jalapeno. Thyme, Rosemary, Sage, Parsley, Cilantro, Purple Basil, Chamomile. Goat's Rue goes in today, and we are planning to put in the last of the bricks and pavers and plant sweet Alyssum between the stones.
I have learned to paint, sloppily. I have learned how to set a herringbone pattern of bricks, stake seedlings, cage tomatoes, plant flowers and work drainage. I am sore, from hefting bricks, fifty pound terracotta cinderblocks and forty-pound sacks of dirt. I have a wedding-ring tan.
This morning I realized I have a power outlet in my garden, right by the table and chairs I painted in bright turquoise and blue. I guess you do know when your feet are on the tao.
We received a load of antique bricks and cinderblocks from Sandy a month ago, which I had thought to put into a herringbone patio in the back space behind the house itself. We then pulled the bricks up, after admiring how well they looked, so we could work on the plumbing. Eh, no matter. It was a great start to my new leaf of workout plans. So we then purchased around forty bags of dirt over the next three weeks, tilled the backyard fenceline into a raised bed, moved railroad ties from on the property to create raised beds in the center of the backyard. We tilled, filled, fertigated, fertilized and raked the beds into healthy tilth, crumbly and ferrous smelling. I put small staked LED solar panel lights out at the border of the bed, with tiny lampshades that look like Chinese lanterns.
Then, beginning on Friday, I planted our green materials. Tomatoes: Romas, Cherokee Purples and Boxcar Willies; Tomatillos, Peppers: Habanero, Cayenne, Serrano, Banana, Chilli, Jalapeno. Thyme, Rosemary, Sage, Parsley, Cilantro, Purple Basil, Chamomile. Goat's Rue goes in today, and we are planning to put in the last of the bricks and pavers and plant sweet Alyssum between the stones.
I have learned to paint, sloppily. I have learned how to set a herringbone pattern of bricks, stake seedlings, cage tomatoes, plant flowers and work drainage. I am sore, from hefting bricks, fifty pound terracotta cinderblocks and forty-pound sacks of dirt. I have a wedding-ring tan.
This morning I realized I have a power outlet in my garden, right by the table and chairs I painted in bright turquoise and blue. I guess you do know when your feet are on the tao.