I am referring to our inherited strangled and tangled mess of borders that are around the house. They were in the sort of shape where you walk into the house and a small part of you cringes at the sight of them. They got ripped out with the John D. Enough was enough. We had the best of intentions, thinking a little shoveling wouldn’t hurt us……. Wait! There is More!
Shane and Travis
Two cowboys, two brothers, two gates and two new pieces of equipment.
The United Nations of Apples
or maybe a small elitist group that breaks away from the United Nations thinking they are better than anyone else.
The following countries are represented in our new Urban Dirt Farm orchard; Holland, Russia, England, USA, Germany, Canada and Ireland with the oldest at 1700 and the youngest at 1920. We are bloody exhausted. Twelve apple trees, eighteen blackberries, twenty asparagus and two rhubarb plants later, we are dirty, tired and feeling like we accomplished something.
Been studying, been working, been travelling, been lazy, been drunk………..and that’s all the excuses I am willing to provide for my lack of doing anything at UrbanDirtGarden. Spring giddiness allowed me to turn over and weed the garden and put the potatoes into the cold frames yesterday.
I even got a sun burn watching Lucy play soccer. And then this morning…….oh yes, it bloody well snowed again and here I be, on the airplane, 45 minutes delayed trying to set off to work this morning.
Buried deep
covered in snow, the coldframes heaving with the latest snow fall. I’d brushed them off yesterday and figured I’d better finish the job before the temperatures plunged into the single digits.
I need this!
why oh why didn’t I think of this earlier. What a numb nut. I was pondering this fencing issue and the cost and the blah blah while sipping gin in my hotel room (stranded in New Orleans due to bad weather….such a shame) when out of the blue ether that is Tanqueray a light bulb went off.
Orange Sun
Orange is the color of Thanksgiving and this year was no exception. With gin and tonic in hand (well that was me), we took a walk to the top of the hill to see the sunset. It was COLD! Winter is here. We wore our hunting orange so that we didn’t get our heads blown off during deer season which is always a good idea……..wearing orange that is….not the heads blown off part.
The Silvery Moon
we have been making some modifications to the outbuildings. This will probably be it for this season as its getting decidedly colder and snow will be with us soon. The building had a low roof which made it look even more grisly on the inside.
The Master Plan
Please………..no tittering at my attempt to depict the master plan. Drawing it is the easiest and least costly part of what will be the ensuing drama of development! I drafted it up in my hotel room this week and my scale is definitely off. It looks like we have only a quarter of the property covered in woods but in reality about 20 acres is wooded, 13 is tillable and the rest is scattered about the perimeter.
White Trash Gardening
Give Shane a rope, a truck and the order to pull up some shrubs and he’s as happy as a clam. As the neighbor across the street yelled “Yeah, now thats what you use a truck for!”, Shane had never felt more happier in the garden. Several rope pops and truck skids and he had both of the shrubs up and out. Lets not have any of this using a shovel and a fork……thats way too old school. Just take a slug of Makers Mark, hop in the F150 and yank that sucker out! The RHS would be horrified….ha and who gives a nut!
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