When I chose my word for 2020, “transformation” – little did I think it would apply to a garden.
But it did and does.
All three of us spent the day doing mammoth work. We cleared all the thimbleberries from the big patch in front of the old cabin. And Simon did the rather nasty job of emptying an ancient satellite dish, which we believe was used as a communal bathtub (given we found remnants of a robe in it as well as a mug and things that are best not spoken of). We edged the bed and dug out enormous rocks and boulders. Then heaped compost on top and then topsoil mixed with manure – and then planted.
Oh yes – the entire pool-sized satellite dish is no more. Instead we have trees and shrubs and perennials.
Then we (Alisa) moved the compost from the pile to the hugel, which is now almost complete. I believe Simon is going to top it all with soil before the end of the day and we’ll be ready to do enormous amounts of squash.
I know we did more than that. I moved dirt. And water buckets. And I planted alpine strawberries. And potted up broccoli. So much stuff.
But yes, this entire place is being transformed into a small Eden and I love it.
Happy and content.
More to come. Hey – it’s a garden – Much more to come.