Sunday, 26 February 2017
I’m not sure why I decided we could take the day off, but we did. The weather was pleasant enough to get outside in the afternoon and work on spring clean up in my own garden, at last. Even though I have a separate at-home work board, I decided to add my own clean up to the main board.
Because I haven’t been out there much, I was pleased to remember that I have a new eye-stopping bit of fencing:
This was pretty much not a weeding day, just clipping.
This year, I am determined to not add to the debris pile next to Nora’s driveway, because I don’t want new neighbour Devery to have to look at that mess. This strengthened my resolve to follow the Ann Lovejoy and Anne Wareham methods of dropping debris right into the garden. Lovejoy calls it Chop and Drop. Wareham wrote in her excellent book, The Bad Tempered Gardener, that it makes no sense to haul debris out of the garden, compost it, and haul it back in.
I did not do a whole lot of chopping before dropping. Because my two biggest back garden beds are so wide, I think if I make a spine of debris down the middle, it will be hidden as the garden grows. Eventually, this should lift up the center of the beds as much as adding mulch would.
Now the trick is to not have an attack of tidiness. This method is not one I can use on most jobs because the clients value tidiness, especially in public gardens. Anne writes about dropping and stomping the debris into the border. I did walk on it to press it down.
Rain and small hail resulted in my not getting any bed done enough to erase it from the work board.
Allan picked up the couple of piles of debris that was too tough to rot down, for which I was grateful.
Despite the gardening session ending two hours earlier than I would have liked, I felt that I accomplished much.
Monday, 27 February 2017
Allan hooked up the work trailer. Just as we were about to depart, rain came and the temperature dropped, and we turned around and went inside.
The cats did not want to go out, either.
I almost finished the book…less than 100 pages to go. It did not make for a mentally restful day. I feel that its lessons apply strongly to what is going on politically nowadays.
Speaking of the military, we’ve been binge watching a highly satisfying science fiction series called The Last Ship. My last social media look of the night showed me one of those silly little quizzes, something like “You’ve been kidnapped and the only ones who can save you are the cast of the last show you watched. Will you be saved?” The Last Ship? Hell, yeah. While it’s kind of gung ho militaristic, I find the show entertaining and I appreciate its diverse cast (even though the ships commander is one of those square jawed guys that looks kind of like a Lego man).
Tomorrow…back to work, I hope, although the forecast looks iffy. I long to erase stuff from the work board.