I need to clean my cabinets because we trimmed our trees. That may seem like weird logic but proves to be entirely true. Remember that issue I mentioned in a former post concerning too much shade over the garden because of the overgrown tree? Well, tree trimmer Jim visited and took drastic measures. Drastic as in my yard looks completely different and there is more light than I ever imagined possible. So much light that my kitchen and bathroom, both of which have windows at the rear of the house, are now bathed in light. While I appreciate the extra light it drew my attention to the fact that my white cabinets are not nearly as white as I had thought. Three kids living in the house means that I wipe the cabinets down often but apparently not well enough. It's kind of like when you only realize how dusty your house is once unexpected visitors show up. Maybe I should have garden baby wash them since she sure loves bubbles!
Now back to the trees - the root of my sudden need to clean. The canopy of leaves that shadowed my itty bitty backyard is 100% gone. Gone as well are the cute arches over the pallet garden which took a hit from a falling tree limb. Luckily, however, the fall plant babies survived. The husband promises an even better design to replace the arches using...can you guess? Branches from the tree of course! I think it will look quite charming when all is said and done. As for the state of things now...far from charming. The yard looks much like a person rudely awakened by someone throwing back the blinds - kind of shocked and confused.
Admittedly I was upset by the shocking transformation but now I see the good that will come from this. One, tree trimmer Jim promised that my trees will come back stronger, more evenly shaped, and probably faster than expected. Second, I see a perfect spot for a chicken coop! Garden baby and big sister Bella will absolutely love having their own chickens. Third, Tom and I have come up with some really great ideas on how to expand the garden and make it more productive. All will be well. Our backyard oasis has a bright future ahead of it...literally!
The bucket tomatoes did really well so next year I will grow them again. To renourish the soil I have chosen to compost directly in the buckets in hopes that it will become beautiful soil by spring. Wouldn't a time lapse video be interesting?
Please, no more photos!
On this bright sunny day I used my trusty cart to transport beautiful composted horse manure from a pile in the yard to the raised beds desperately in need of a soil refill. By chance the other day my husband opened the free paper that usually goes directly into the recycling bin and saw a freebie post for composted horse manure from a local farm. What luck! I had just mentioned to him earlier in the week that we really needed to find something to fill the beds. Was it divine intervention that led us to Higher Ground Stables? I think absolutely yes. Even better, these horses feast on organic feed. Who knew that I could get so excited about horse poopie!
My boy is a quiet fellow and yet he can talk your ear off if given the right subject. We used to sit together in the backyard when he was a baby and watch the trees dance. He could sit still and just be even at such a young age. He can go for long periods of time on his own but not because he doesn’t like other people. In fact, he is one of the sweetest people that I know. One time when I was feeling sick and was laying on the sofa miserably he played contentedly with his toys on the floor below me. He stopped for a moment to tuck his very favorite teddy bear under my chin before heading back to his toys. This was when he was just about a year old but even now at age ten he has moments just like this one where he melts my heart completely.
My boy, nicknamed Mr. Peanut, is not always very expressive so sometimes it can be hard to tell if he is at all interested in a topic. Up until last week I really wasn’t sure how he felt about our family’s gardening project. Thanks to his magic bean plant, I can see the spark in his eye. He came home with his gangly bean plant planted in a clear plastic cup last week. Usually his response to my daily question about his school day is simply, “It was good.” That day he was fired up. “Good! Look what I brought home! My plants never grow when we do them at school but look at this one. It’s a bean!” When we got home he carefully staked it with popsicle sticks because one of his classmate’s plants broke. We did a quick search and found that it is possible to grow a bean plant in a pot though not really the ideal method. We found a suitable container and Mr. Peanut repotted his magic bean plant. Watching him care for his little plant turned my heart to mush, and I’m hoping, hoping, hoping that his little plant survives and he gets his magic beans. Will we grow a magical beanstalk?
Welcome to The Green Brick Road. My name is Valerie, and I invite you to join me and my family on our gardening adventure. We hope that you will learn with us and grow with us. Pun intended!