Friday, 22 November 2019
my day at home

I had big compost sifting plans for today.

When I tackled bin three, as planned, I found the compost almost unbearably cold to sift.


I got this far with some rough sifting…
…before my hands ached too much to continue.
Giving up, I decided to shift some plants into my new cold frame and pot up a few cuttings and then, just as I was about to return to the house and a book, the weather warmed enough to get on with the sifting.
Jazmin supervised.





I used the rough mulch along some edges by the fire circle, where I had expanded garden beds in the late summer.
Bin three is now ready to receive a batch of fall clippings.
Allan’s day at the port
Allan got a midmorning call for help from Jenna. Going to the rescue with our garden loppers, he found her at a gear shed near the boatyard, battling to undo a vine-entangled net.

Jessie’s Fish Company had donated the net for some sort of Crab Pot Christmas decorations. After some of the ivy had been clipped off, a Jessie’s fork lift driver helped to drag the net open.
A nice large piece was then cut off for decorating purposes.
Because neither Jenna nor Allan felt hungry enough for a lavish reward, they split a burger at Salt Pub.
When Allan returned from his day, he positioned a new plant table for me, one that we had found in the free wood pile near the boatyard.
My reward for my unexpectedly productive afternoon:
I had an evening of reading an enjoyable novel about an aspergian man. It is the first of a trilogy. The library only has the first, so interlibrary loans will ensue.