We had a busy couple of days in the yard and garden. I want to make a point of keeping up on progress in the garden because it is the most visible part of my little farm in town–which feels like less of a farm these days without the chickens.
I have a friend who is happily supplying me with various types of manure, including chicken manure, so my compost pile will be burning bright. Right now it is heating up impressively with some extremely fresh cow manure. That cow manure is like jet fuel!
Saturday we hauled a lot of branches from the willow, maple, birch, the cherry tree
we had to cut down this past winter, and some branches from one of the pines and various noxious brambles and rose-bush cuttings. We stacked them on the curb for the city to pick up. I saved the bigger branches for firewood. My husband did a lot of raking of leaves and willow twigs and mulched the raspberry patch. I hate raking. I’d rather get scratched up digging brambles–which I did!
Today, I spread compost and my husband dug it in. It is always a good idea to reserve a 30-gallon garbage can of this precious substance for spring planting. I always top up all of my containers with compost before planting. I also try to treat all of my planting beds with it either in the fall or spring. I was fortunate to get a load of well-rotted goat manure last fall, so I didn’t need to use as much compost this spring.
After the ground was prepared, I planted red, russet, and Yukon Gold potatoes; mixed color gladioli; early white kohlrabi; white, red, and watermelon radishes; green and red romaine lettuce; and some purple-topped turnips. I also dug and transplanted everbearing strawberries while my husband took down the ugly (but functional) winter fence along the sidewalk and replaced it with the handsome black metal fence we put away during the winter to save it from corrosion and snowplows.
I did quite a bit of hand watering of transplants, the glad corms, and my two cold frames of greens, which are coming along nicely. In the process, I hooked up my rain barrels. Hopefully, we will get that thunderstorm tonight and I won’t have to do all that watering again for a day or so.
Sam was my garden buddy. He enjoyed the smell of goat manure and earth on the rake I used to smooth the front bed. We call him Mr. Stinky in part because of his fondness for stinky things like unwashed saddle blankets, sweaty human feet, and any type of livestock manure.
I’m tired. Begonia