It was another drizzly day in the garden. My bare root strawberries came in from Park Seed yesterday so after a 12 hour soak, they were ready to hit the dirt.
Park (lovely company that it is) sent 27 roots instead of 25, but holy cow strawberries take up a lot of room! I used up roughly 112 square feet of precious garden space for 20 plants, stuck 5 up by the house, and put 2 in a pot for my mother-in-law. (Evidently I’m still a newbie since I’m surprised by this.)
During the first hour after I gave the area a quick till, I realized that I’m probably not actually yet well enough to be laboring out in 45 degree rain. And the level of soggy muddiness was even a bit disgusting to me. Here I am showing off my mud and misery as well as the patch of potential.
I still have the weird smell of the bare roots in my nose.
I also planted my seeds for root veg today: carrots, beets, and turnips. Moon is a waning crescent in Capricorn, which is an earth sign so a-ok for planting roots and yeah, I’m doing that this year. And here is a shot of how the rest of everything is growing.
By the time I came in, Gordon had a lovely pot of spicy delicious chili ready to eat. Now I’m lounging around sipping some echinacea lemongrass tea, hoping that my body can continue to recover from the bad cold I had last week, even though I abused it somewhat today.
Summer heat and whatever else brought us an intense popup storm last night. Winds contorted the highest branches of our trees, seemingly pulling them parallel to the ground until they would shift, whipping the massive limbs back into their sky-reaching form. A constant strobe of lightning back lit this dance. Cracks and booms told of our closeness to bolts meeting earth. I went in to sleeping Silas, in case he woke frightened or if I needed to save him from a falling tree.
But it soon quieted and morning came.
The windchime is my mother’s way to converse with me when I’m in the herb garden. I like to think so anyway. And that is her injured tree.
We used to have a pool. Now we have color coded sturdy lidded buckets. Guess which bucket has the piss in it? The other two buckets contained my “water supply” (air quotes) and some kitchen scraps. I thought that since we’d gotten a bit of rain today that I’d end up with a beautifully soaked pile of compost material after a couple of trips back to the hose, which is incredibly far away. Like stupidly so. Oh yeah, and look at that “rake”. Ok, so it is an actual rake, but was in no way a proper tool for the job. Basically I got to my compost site, tossed a five gallon drop of water onto a dry sponge, moved twelve blades of grass with my flimsy plastic rake, and realized that I was way out of my league. The pile laughed at my pitiful attempt. Continue reading “Smokin’ Stuff: part 2”