I've been prevailed upon to cut back the garden and create more lawn. Not my perspective nor preferred lifestyle, but you have to forgo some laziness some times and spend more time (spit! bugger!) 'mowing'.
As it turns out , the new directive opened up quite a few renovating options that I now have embraced. That and the fact that my latest electrical corded whipper-snipper are getting on.
Powered up to the mains.
That's what I cut the grass with. $150 well spent -- and I can still cut the grass without worrying too much about its height.
Mind you, if it wasn't for whipper-snippering and the enforced renovations, there isn't much to do in the garden beds.
I 'could' weed (maybe next week) but then it's challenge enough to keep up with the harvest.
Beans, as are their want, are a daily harvest. The fat chewy Roma pole ones I prefer. I'm also hard pressed to pick the over supply of Winged Beans. The chilies are coming on. I'm drowning in Tromboncino ..and my much loved Bottle Gourd -- which was taken by the winds of TC Oma -- has self seeded and resurrected. White and green chokoes like so many organic Xmas ornaments. Loofah coming on. Daikons getting fatter....
Tragically, because I am forced to flatten a bed or two in order to create 'pasture' -- I've lost my main supply line of Okinawan Spinach upon which I am seriously dependent.. What a must-have perennial!
Any time spinach is required, there she be at arms length any time of the year.
(Ate it in a Gozleme with feta last week. Tasted great!)
My paw paws are of a habit that staggers their ripening so that the supply line suits my consumption. The texture I like too. Much better tasting than the fretful fruits at the school garden.
Staggered too are the Dragon Fruits. Still coming. Hidden within the prickly pear and ripening at their own discretion.
Not that I'm harvesting as yet, but with conscious plantings and self seeding I'm set to seriously drown in tomatoes.
..and Daikon. I love Daikon -- and it grows in my garden much better than other radishes (or any other root veg for that matter) .
But a garden is very much swings and slides: terrible performance from my corn, okra, tomatilloes,..and cucumbers. Drat!
But then the less grown backyard plants seem to be on my side: cassava hedges, Jerusalem Artichokes, Pigeon Peas, Moringa, Chaya and Agati. Katuk is everywhere outback and my Spineless Prickly Pears has embraced Triffid habits since I adopted these succulents like the Wicked with of the North: "Fly, My Pretties, Fly".
Not the sort of plant to leave lying around...or one you can turn your back on.
A garden may have content but my Vetiver hedges give it form.
Research tells us that aside from the mulch to be had, a lot of push and pull agroecology and underground advantageous microbiology is a'happening in the terrestrial ecology of these hedgerows.
With the imposed cut back, my compensation is that I get to expand my Vetiver nursery and I'm adding a bed dedicated to growing Vetiver parents. Because I harvested part of my hedges to supply a local community project, I'm keen to establish the vetiver process as self sustaining without effecting my vegey bed borders.
Currently, I have about a hundred slips to plant out for restocking and potting up in cells.
At the school garden the Vetiver harvest is enough to mulch most of our beds, but here at home the various demands I've made on the plant means that I am not, as yet, self sufficient in Vetiver mulch.
In the meantime Vetiver and I are beginning to bond in the local community. Here's an image (below) of part of the project we are currently working on together.
That's Vetiver slips recently planted under the SheOak. That's beach sand in the foreground, a sand dune behind that -- and to take the photo, I'm standing just above the high tide mark for Moreton Bay with my back to Moreton Island, 30 kms away.
TC Oma's surges took half a metre off the embankment.
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