Fibermania

Tilly

It's getting serious now. I have decided that weeds will not get the upper hand in my garden. Dave did the research and we headed off for town to find one of these mini-tillers. The first couple of stores did not have the one we wanted but the third store was the charm.

Dave gave it the maiden try in the new kitchen bed. Very efficient. It will chew up the leaves and dig in the bag of garden lime I bought, to sweeten up the soil, incorporate the leaves and lighten the mix.

But we really need it in the orchard. The soil is still too wet to work, but we had to try anyway. Lots of not-blueberries in this row. The plan (ha!) is to till the weeds out, and cover the area with mulch. The blueberries have fat buds all over them, and even the grape vines are showing signs of life.
But the best sign is the opening buds on the Belle of Georgia Peach. In town the whole place is full of blossoming Bradford pear trees. We are cooler up on the mountain and it will be another week before all our trees open.

When I woke this morning, late at 6, it was already 60 degrees out, and so very windy. The sky has a pink tinge and I am guessing I will not be planting anything today before the rains come.

The blog has taken on a Farmer's Almanac flavor. I apologize that there is no knitting or quilting content lately. But one must not tarry to establish the foundations of the garden, our joint artwork.

I mentioned to Dave that we could order pine tree seedlings and he said we didn't have time to see them mature. Wha? You mean we aren't going to live forever? Well, I guess not, but when you build a garden you feel like you are making something that lives on past your own days and that is some sort of legacy.