Friday, 22 November 2019
my day at home
FrostyI had big compost sifting plans for today.
Frosty accompanying me to the projectWhen I tackled bin three, as planned, I found the compost almost unbearably cold to sift.
ice on the canoe pond
before: bin four is tarped in blueI 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.
second load
third load
fourth load
the last batch
bin three empty!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.
Our Jenna
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.
