I've done the paths and the rock beds; Fee has built the fence
(only the gates are left), bush-hogged, worked on clearing the tree line, etc . I've tilled and dug and hauled and hauled and raked and tilled and raked. Red clay is a challenge, but Ecomulch (a local composting company) produces such a wonderful growing medium.
For two seniors, we have surprised ourselves
at how much we've gotten done in the last month.
Oh, there have been some backaches
and newly discovered muscles
that need long soaks in the tub to relax,
but our enthusiasm has not waned.
It will when our Louisiana heat and humidity
become an every day occurrence,
so we have to get done as much as possible before then.
The potatoes are up and prospering.
My attempt at a permaculture guild.
I've done these around all the trees inside of the fence,
and will be doing many more around each tree
in the orchard we've been planting.
of the broccoli and Brussels sprouts,
but we've had some terrific salads already.
Like the broccoli and Br. sprouts, the lettuce
took off like champions.
About the only other thing I've been doing is reading.
What else can I do when my arms are so tired?
Rereading my trusty garden books, mysteries, fantasy,
and even a little nonfiction history in The Queen's Agent
about Sir Francis Walsingham, England's first spymaster
and laughing at Nick Hornby's More Baths Less Talking,
collected columns from The Believer, giving his offbeat,
humorous assessments of his monthly reading.
I never want to leave and admit to some resentment
when it is time to pack up and come home.
Right now, there is so much to be done,
both inside the cabin and in the garden that if we stayed
all week, I'd be busy the whole time.
Still...spending a few days at home gives me
a chance to recover from the garden labor.
I was younger when I did all this before.