Each morning that I go out to inspect the #Compound with the #WildGirls, I think there won’t be anything new to post for others to see. I’m always wrong.
The morning Sun right over the #ScragglyTree looking from the #SouthFortyTriangleLot.
The corn hasn’t done well over here. This is sweet corn, popcorn is doing very well in the #NorthFacingFrontYard.
Several of the sweet corn have succumb to worms. I’ve never grown corn before. Can’t know what it needs without trying.
Eating a vegan diet, I’m always on the hunt for a fun snack food. Popcorn is one of my favorites. The purchased organic popcorn hasn’t been puffing up very well and bagged is expensive, so why not try to grow my own?
Migraines have been challenging my eating too. Have been trying elimination techniques to try to identify the culprit(s). So far, sweet potatoes are a delightful sustenance food with no ill effects. I simply bake them cut in big pieces and then salt, pepper and cinnamon them and mash a little to eat. The #Wildgirl/doggies get some in their mush as well. Little Red-Haired Girl has been an ‘eater’ from the start. Now that she is old and has issues, we do small meals all along the day. She’s real happy about that. Sweet potatoes make a good filler that isn’t gonna make her fat.
Brussels sprouts are a staple food here too, but haven’t mastered growing them yet either.
Lots of sweet potato slips this year. They were plugged in wherever there was a vacant spot with soil that seemed good. These are in the front yard along the fence between my neighbor and I. They are getting more morning Sun now that he took all of the greenery out from his side. The spade-shaped leaf variety hasn’t set as well as the other. Last year it was all that was planted and did grow lots of vines at the end of the raised bed. Small taters harvested were not all good. Soil was still rather compacted.
Hopefully there will be some good sweet potatoes this year.
I finally felt like I’d gotten the covered carport far along enough to spend some time on the #ContainerGarden area just outside of it.
I’ve been collecting 5 gal. buckets that I use to haul groceries home when I forget to take my reusable bags with me. Plastic pollution is a serious concern so great efforts are made to avoid it. The 5gal. buckets can be used for a very long time. I use them for so many things. The hope is to plant them for here as well as other vessels already on premise. Wire rounds will be here too.
The first thing was to lay newspaper/cardboard/mulch to abate weeds/Bermuda grass and improve the soil building under the containers for a future planting bed here.
All of the bagged “Composted Mulch” on hand was used here. We’re at the mercy of Walmart in Benson as it has taken over everything else. They stop bringing in amendment material at this time; so, unless one wants to drive 35-50 miles to a nearby town with sophistication, this is all we get.
The sticks were brought over here to free up the main thoroughfare were another bed may be developed. The lizards are having so much fun running in and out of them that I didn’t want to bury them for a Hugelkultur now.
#CompostIsland is being cleaned up. Materials have been accumulating. These two rounds were brought over and built up with some of those materials.
Lots of egg cartons had built up. I quit eating even eggs and now only boil two each morning as part of the “small meals all day” feeding routine for the #Wildgirl doggies.
They all got put in the bin on right, first the grass then the cartons, watered and smashed down then a bag of “Organic Compost” over top. The left bin used up cardboard and more egg cartons.
These will eventually have enough depth to plant. Every Day Something.
#LizardHostel got moved over to the left some and will eventually be moved farther left to where the cardboard is now to make a berm/HugelkulturBed for this downward sloping area.
It was a great, cool, rainy week with lost of productive activity and no Migraine.
My neighbor caught me at the bank last week and asked if I wanted his windows from the remodeling he’s doing. The last ones were wood framed and the glass fell out so I wasn’t in a hurry to retrieve them; not sure I wanted them. He saved them until he found me in the front yard this week. Turns out they are metal frames and solid as rocks. He got three big juicy tomatoes for his trouble. He was happy.
Some kind of cold frame in the making.
He also had some branches and leaves from his greenery extraction that I let him wheelbarrow over to the #ParkwayProject to lay until the leaves get brittle enough to come off and then do something else with the sticks.
Of course that made me want to work on the #ParkwayProject.
I have been letting weeds have there way some, but this Bermuda grass is out of control. It would be wonderful to eventually newspaper/cardboard/mulch the entire #ParkwayProject, but I got started on the chaste tree area and worked until the clouds broke. I would have stayed and gotten drenched had camera not been in tow. Don’t know if it has been the Bermuda grass or me not watering this poor chaste tree; it’s showing some suffering. I will change my ways. I’m using a trusty, dusty, rusty hand grass clipping tool so am doing this in little bursts. This will get a mulch treatment as soon as all the grass gets clipped.
Lots of projects accomplished this week. Yesterday was sidetracked. Had been working on some sewing for a client so I wouldn’t have to think about it today; but, a friend had an emotional upheaval and we spent a great deal of time talking and then ran out to run a few of our errands and treat ourselves to a migraine inducing menu. I had KFC coleslaw and some potato wedges. She had Del Taco. It was a fun get away and I got the paint for the living room two green walls.
When I was outside sales as a designer in clients homes, I carried a Frazee paint sample box. It is still very useful for picking colors. ACE matched it to a T as they had the formula in their computer. The color I chose is not on the wall. It was in my purse for the match. I think I’m going to love it.
So, the moral of this story is: “Work like an ant.”
Amazing to me that each and every tiny grain in this pile was brought to the edge of the hole and off loaded by one little ant, sometimes carrying many times her own weight. One by one, the colony gets a home. I can’t bring myself to disturb them. #FirstDoNoHarm.
Most ant colonies need far more females than males for the basic reason that females do all the work…Unless you dig into an ant colony, it’s unlikely you’ll ever see a male ant except on one special hot, humid day in early summer, after the spring rains have passed. That’s when all the male ants come out and use their wings in a glorious one-day orgy of free love. In some countries where all ants mate on the same day, this is known as “Flying Ant Day,” and is a subject of national interest and even a sort of festival.
Day by day, week by week, year by year a home gets built and food gets grown.
It’s an amazing life. I savor every minute.
For a simple life of abundance and peace.