After a rough Summer, a recent bout of ill health kept me from my garden tasks for weeks. All I could manage was to fill up the terracotta pots I have located in the centre of my mounds with water.
Nowadays the 'mounds' aren't self evident as over time I have been mulching in between them -- but the…Continue
'Tis the best time of the gardening year. This time. The March/April convergence.
Whan that Aprill, with his shoures sooteContinue
The droghte of March hath perced to the roote
And bathed every veyne in swich licour,
Of which vertu engendred is the flour;
Whan Zephirus eek with his sweete breeth
Inspired hath in every holt and heeth
The tendre croppes, and the yonge sonne
Hath in the Ram his halfe cours yronne,
No surprise that I also had a rough Summer.
Ran out of mulch. The plants crisped up.Weeds took over. Too hot to toil...
Best consequence was that my clay pots kept the strong rooted mature annual plants alive. Seedlings, on the other hand,died.
Maybe I did get the shade I yearned for but losing my mulch supply line was a tragic disaster.
I have planted many frangipanis among the beds.The mower folk are back dropping off the lawn…
Who woulda thought?
I am learning to love my pots.
I have three models: one for the collection of slops and 'teas' ; the others to irrigate my garden.
The slops and washes protocol is really kicking in (see diagram at right).
I collect the waste…Continue