The Good, the Bad and oh, whatever…….
Today is a day I have been dreading. Not like the April 15, I gotta send money kinda dread. But in the “this is gonna be some serious hard work” kinda way.
It’s been at least five years since I’ve been at the compost bins.
Can I digress here and say I don’t always get the English? Don’t they say comPAHST? So if that’s the case isn’t it The Pahstman Always Ring Twice?
Anyway, I have been procrastinating. I know there is deep rich stuff in them there bins. But the shoveling and filtering is dirty heavy business. But in the end comes gold. Black gold. Ohio tea. Like in the picture above. One bin of sieved, compost filled an entire large Vermont cart. This is the stuff of gardener’s green dreams.
For me, this is the beginning of a new project. Part of the procrastination. There is scope creep in this here project. First some background. Although I live in a suburban area, we are mightily plagued with an expanding deer population. I have tried on several occasions to vegetable garden here. I have the room and some ideally sunny areas. But those spots are also easily marauded by our four legged friends, not to mention the raccoons, possums, skunks and anything else running loose. I have been most successful with pots near the shed. Not ideal in terms of sun space, but close to rainbarrels and the building seems to act as a deterrent to marauders.
So here is the next generation project……
Raised beds ala stock tanks. I have done a little reading. Very little as I am a woman of action!
Unfortunately, the feeding of the procrastination is moving the wood pile in this area, figuring out the best spot for sun and then filling said stock tanks with compost. The Vermont cart full filled one stock tank about halfway. I have to rehome the wood pile, figure out the walking path and then get the rest of the compost sieved. I’m exhausted just writing this. And I have yet to plant a thing.
I am hoping with these deep tanks, root vegetables, garlic, onions will have a chance. I am not greedy. I am limiting my potential harvest to tomatoes, peppers, onions, tomatoes, garlic, potatoes and green beans. If there is enough room, can asparagus be too far behind.? But first I have to prove this little experiment will work. I am worried there is too much shade.
And the bad? You might have interpolated that the bad in the title was the hard work. Unfortunately, not so. Don’t forget I am a professional commando gardener. Used to these bursts of high energy farm labor. The bad is actually human intervention. Someone put a broken bottle into my compost bin. And one enterprising piece found its way into the palm of my hand. I swear I felt it hit me all the way to my shoulder. It’s for these occurrences I keep the peroxide handy. Hard to type a post with just one hand……
And the news from the rest of the estate? Ah, there is news indeed. In addition to mantis this year, has been a blessing of butterflies, many which I have no idea who they are, many of which are swallowtails.
I was blessed to see that a Giant Swallowtail was flitting through the farm. Think really large black/brown chocolatey wings with yellow racing stripes looking much like unwound film. More dark than light. Enchanting. Flew through too quickly for me to get the camera, or so I thought.
A few days ago, there was something decidedly nasty, decidedly sinister on my lemon tree. Yes folks, the same lemon tree the deer pulled off it’s resting place and broke many of it’s branches. Patched up it survived. Who knew deer liked lemon?
But the thing on my lemon tree? At first, I thought it a particularly artistic means of bird self expression. Yes, bird poop. But it was fascinatingly weird, I couldn’t take my eyes from it. When it moved I realized what I took for the terminal glop of poo, really looked like a baby alligator, or a dragon. Holy smokes! this is either animated bird poop ala Stephen Spielberg or it it’s ALIVE!
And thus I get to see the caterpillar form of the giant swallowtail, hanging it in my lemon tree……..
As a point of comparison, this is what a yellow swallowtail caterpillar looks like, just so you don’t think I have this bizarre sense of drama (okay I do have a bizarre since of drama but not with caterpillars)…..
Big difference, no?
Then there are the mantis. In my previous post, it might be recalled that in the nine mantis counted, one was a two and half incher. Clearly out of his league amongst all the heavy weights around him. Yes, it was a him. The next day, I found his headless, dessicated body not far from where I first spotted him. Seems he found his femme fatale. Interestingly enough, his replacement was an even smaller mantis, under two inches. Good luck little guy. May you creep under the radar.
I sedum come and I sedum go…….