Dave and I got the last of the eleven trees planted along the west side of the house, and most are looking good, all but one. O well. The leftover compost is piled in the back corner on the east side and tarped, and we will eventually spread it along the fence for planting something.
Our tubs are filling up with flowers and veggies, and the green beans look like they like the sun.Dave used the last of the mulch to fill in the low spot, and so far it looks like this will work. Our little tree is raised up enough not to drown when the neighbors sprinkler floods our yard.
We plan to completely rid our yard of grass, and mulch it. We found a nearby spot with piles of wood chips just waiting to be tapped, and long time readers will understand how happy that makes Dave. Once again, it's a good thing we have a fence, since we are big time backyard nonconformists. Our thinking is that we will have a parterre garden like this one, eventually:
OK. Not with the gravel, but wood chips, and not on the ground but in the troughs. Just like this, only different. Sigh. Use your imagination.
In the meantime, the beets have sprouted and I have a few tiny Juliet tomatoes forming a tantalizing bunch.
We keep saying, "This is our last garden" and so the work we have rushed to do is because we are taking advantage of our remaining youthful strength and endurance. We squeezed every bit of it out on this arrangement and now we can relax and enjoy watching it grow. I can't wait til after Mother's Day when my desired plants go on sale!