When sleepless in Alameda, the only thing to do is read (but I finished my book earlier this evening), watch TV (nuthin on) or blog. Here I yam.
The above garden photo was taken last September, btw. Not recently. So far most of the garden boxes are barren, still, just soil or no soil at all. And because the Tax Fairy just came, or shall we call it the Tax Ogre, I don’t think I’ll be ordering any loads of organic soil anytime soon. Which means, hunt and peck for loose soil in the neighborhood, or where I can salvage it from elsewhere the yard.
Next on the garden agenda is clearing weeds from the annexed garden outside the fence, and panting the larger vines — pumpkins, other squashes. The city-paid landscapers (mow and blow guys) just ran over and shredded our long garden hose, and though they promised to replace it, I have yet to see one appear. Which means we’ll probably have to make do without one. That means creative watering this summer. What else?
- Find dirt to fill remaining beds.
- Continue endeavor to make chicken coop impregnable by raccoons and other night mammals.
- Water and weed and pick slugs off to feed the chickies.
Meanwhile, indoors, the saga of neverending laundry and ironing continues. Dishes, dinners, cats and kids. There is still frozen fruit from last year to be made into jam, to make room for this year’s goodies in the freezer. I just spent $7 on a groovy loaf of health-store bread that molded over in 2 days. TWO DAYS. So the chickens are enjoying 12-grain, locally made artisanal bread this week (grrrr). And because of that, it’s back to the bread-baking for me. I like baking bread but the fam has shown no interest in eating it (it’s not sliced!!).
Oh, well. Let them eat cake.
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Compost! You may have to start begging cucumber peels and the like from your neighbors to get a big compost pile going. My husband drives around after dark and “steals” bags of leaves and lawn clippings from the front of our neighbors’ homes. We always have way more green stuff for our compost than brown, so the thievery helps keep it in balance!
I predict that by mid-summer you will be over-run with fresh lovely stuff from the garden. And happy chickens running around eating those rotten tomato bugs. : )