Friday, 9 November 2018
the very last of the eight yards of mulch
Allan filling buckets while I went to unload yesterday’s Shelburne garden debris from the trailer
mulch all gone!
We were able to fill almost the full array of buckets with the last of the mulch pile and spent the day doing the first complete end of season clean up at
Diane’s garden.
parked in the Red Barn pasture next door….with this many buckets. (Allan’s photo)
Holly got so excited she dragged the chair a little bit after getting petted.
Allan’s photo
Our first mission was the roadside garden, where I cleared while Allan brought mulch from the trailer in the pasture next door—a long haul that required using the wheelbarrow to transport the buckets. There is not enough room by the road to maneuver dumping a wheelbarrow full of loose mulch.
Just as I started, my friend Terran of BeeKissed Gardening pulled up in her distinctive honey-yellow truck (during a lull in traffic). I was pleased to see one of my three favourite chefs was spending the day with her, Chef Jason. And, of course, I was even more thrilled to see two of her dogs.
Allan’s photo
Terran is my top recommendation for gardening jobs.
I will apprise you when Chef Jason opens his new food truck in Astoria. That will get me across the bridge for sure.
roadside garden before (Allan’s photo)
I hated to cut down that sanguisorba, but I did, because it would have been silly and floppy on its own.
starting to pull the cosmos
Even though I had told Diane last week that we’d be at her garden early this week, I was glad we had waited till Friday. A frost had damaged the cosmos last night and so we were able to clear them all out instead of getting sentimental about them still looking ok.
The bad foliage of one of the leftover plants of the Agastache catastrophe was revealed.
It never had gotten better.
More Agastache thoughts: I was pressured, by the person who had sourced these plants, to see if they would just grow out of their disease. I left one here in the roadside bed, being an isolated garden, just to see. No, it did not grow out of it. I was also chastised at the time when I discarded all the other diseased plants that throwing them out was like “having a cat put down without knowing what was wrong with it”. The plant-sourcing person knew I had had to do that with my poor darling suffering best beloved Smoky, so that remark did not go over well with me. In fact, looking back now….. [Redacted…This is one of many times in the Agastache Castastrophe and later that I wrote about my full feelings about what happened and decided to delete it!]
I never did get the plants tested. During the peak of gardening season, I simply could not allow such ugly looking foliage to stay on view in public gardens. (Some of it was even worse, with black patches on each leaf.) Expert nursery friends assessed the plants as being bad and dangerous enough to other plants to require wheelie bin disposal. (“And then throw out your gloves”, said one, and “remove every fallen leaf!” said another, and a third said, after viewing the leaves, “Don’t get that plant anywhere near me!”.) Another gardener had the best advice, to just move on and not spend any more time than necessary fixing the painful problem, which was a personal as well as a monetary loss.
Yet agastache remains one of my favourite perennials, so I will try again next year. I have read that the Kudos series is highly resistant to disease, and all of those that I used this year have done beautifully. The catastrophic ones were Acapulco Salmon and Pink, Cotton Candy, Estella Indigo, Golden Jubilee, and Sangria….some of my very favourites, unfortunately. Only one batch of the above cultivars was bad; the ones I had gotten earlier in the year were pristine.
Today ended the bad episode, with the very last of the bad agastaches going into the wheelie bin. The bigger showy ones often behave as annuals around here anyway, not coming through the winter. I am glad to be at the other end of the saddest plant experience of my life!
starting to apply soil after clearing and clipping
A little bed by the front porch deck is one we have neglected. I am hoping we can finally improve it next year. It is full of valerian, which is just fine, but also has an awful lot of creeping buttercup and terrible soil. We ran out of mulch for it. Allan got the plants cut back.
before
after, ready for some bagged mulch later on
The equipment shown in the photo is part of the septic system and includes the septic alarm box that sounds if something goes wrong.
We turned our attention to the raised box garden in the back yard.
before
during
during
after
after mulching (Allan’s photos)
The center had been mostly cosmos, and three of the Agastache ‘Salmon and Pink’ that I do not trust, whose leaves still looked suspect, so we treated them as annuals also and discarded them (no composting for them!).
We finished up the mulching of the roadside garden with four bags of a product that Diane had bought for it during the summer.
I am glad it was brown and not red bark!
not a big fan of bark, me…
Allan found a frog living behind the bark bags, along with a worm and a slug.
With the bark spread, it did look sort of reddish…
Allan’s photo
Most people see this garden at 20 miles per hour.
after
Almost all of Diane’s summer garden got loaded into our trailer to go home to our compost bins:
One more wheelbarrow load was added after this.
Diane’s garden now gets erased from the fall clean up list, and added to a new list on the workboard called “Post frost check-up”, which will be the final clean up of annuals either after a hard frost or in mid December, whichever comes first.
Helichrysum ‘Limelight’ climbing into a barberry, according to plan.
The Red Barn
We had an hour before dark to weed the narrow bed at the Red Barn. It is not quite ready yet to erase from the fall clean up list.
Lots of sorrel weed appeared after we pulled the old California poppy foliage.
not quite done….but running out of daylight.
I don’t like using horse manure; it is too weedy. However, I’ve decided we will add some to this gravelly garden bed when we return to finish the clean up job. It needs something, and the Red Barn has a great big pile of horse manure always at the ready.
sunset over the Red Barn
At home, we unloaded the compressed trailer load of debris onto a tarp till I have time to enter it into the compost bin three. Mulch week is over, with eight yards of soil moved in about 20 hours of very hard work. The last two days, I was running on Doans Back Pills. Yesterday, I frequently had to stand with my back against a wall to just straighten up. The wall at the post office was especially good because it was warm from the sun. I heard some pained noises from Allan, too, as the week wore on.
I hope to revive by staycation time and order eight yards of mulch for my own garden.
We now are entering serious fall clean up mode and hope to plug on through it without a day off until it is done or until rain comes, whichever is first. Then: staycation preview till the first hard frost.
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