Oh I was going to tell you about my worms.Squirmy little buggers always under foot. No matter where I dig in my fingers there they are. Poor souls. Wriggling in the dirt, heading off...well, wherever worms go.
Fat too. The sort of worm that makes a man proud of his labours. I can see it now: the epitaph. 'He grew good worms.'
'How do I do it?' you ask...Let me explain.
First up you build a sort of sand castle....…Continue
I may spray (vinegar+borax+salt) to murder them on the paths and gravel surrounds, but among the veg I'm tolerant because I know if I pull-a-weed I am sure to remove more than I planned.
If you are planning to pull, I say, do so only after good rain.
Tonight the temperature falls to 19C (and maybe below) for the first time this year in my patch. You can feel the cooling night air on your skin.
Despite the warm days still, you can see how the evening respite from the heat is registering among the plants.
I just built (wait for it...wait for it) another two mounds and planted both of these out with potatoes I'd chitted from store-boughts.
I then divided a Vetiver Grass clump by hacking at its edges.
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