Going yard
It struck me yesterday (ow!) that I hadn't written anything about going to Portland for Mother's Day last weekend. I think I'll mostly keep it that way, other than to observe that it meant I was in Portland two weekends in a row. So I was gratified on Saturday when I went to Roxy's for breakfast and the waitress asked me, "Where the hell have you been?"
"I've been eating somebody else's bacon," I said.
Anyway, after two weekends away and a burst of sunny, showery weather, the yard and garden had exploded. I got out the pruning shears and saw on Saturday and started chopping it back. The big thing I did was to cut down a large limb off the neighbor's cherry tree that had grown out over our yard and was sucking up all the sunlight. It ended up being enough mass, with all the little branches and twigs and leaves, to fill our yard waste receptacle almost entirely by itself. The other big pruning jobs will have to wait until next weekend. But it was quite impressive how much more light and airy it felt in that part of the yard with the big limb gone.
The other thing I did, perhaps a week or so too late, was plant a couple of tomatoes. The growing season is so short here that you want to get the tomatoes in the ground as soon as possible. Thus I passed on the heirloom plant that takes 88 days to bear ripe fruit. I planted one that takes 70 days and one that takes 68.
As always, it felt good to get out and dig around in the dirt a bit. The ceanothus has just started to bloom, so the bumblebees will soon be feasting.
"I've been eating somebody else's bacon," I said.
Anyway, after two weekends away and a burst of sunny, showery weather, the yard and garden had exploded. I got out the pruning shears and saw on Saturday and started chopping it back. The big thing I did was to cut down a large limb off the neighbor's cherry tree that had grown out over our yard and was sucking up all the sunlight. It ended up being enough mass, with all the little branches and twigs and leaves, to fill our yard waste receptacle almost entirely by itself. The other big pruning jobs will have to wait until next weekend. But it was quite impressive how much more light and airy it felt in that part of the yard with the big limb gone.
The other thing I did, perhaps a week or so too late, was plant a couple of tomatoes. The growing season is so short here that you want to get the tomatoes in the ground as soon as possible. Thus I passed on the heirloom plant that takes 88 days to bear ripe fruit. I planted one that takes 70 days and one that takes 68.
As always, it felt good to get out and dig around in the dirt a bit. The ceanothus has just started to bloom, so the bumblebees will soon be feasting.