E has been chopping down trees and splitting firewood while I putter in the garden. Building the greenhouse last winter put us way behind on our usual firewood accrual, so it’s an urgent job to get done before the point in the summer when the forest fire danger rating is high and chainsaws and wood splitters are discouraged. Running the chainsaw and wood splitter also kill his back so working with them for just a few hours a day is enough to allow him to get things done and still continue the next day.
The beautiful Maple tree which we both loved had to finally be murdered. The branches were hanging over the garden, and blocking the light to the apple trees. The roots were coming up in the garden and just generally becoming a nuisance. I have already got a baby Maple and baby Garry Oak growing in the same area with plans of rehoming a Hawthorne and Elderflower to the same side of the lane. With the downing of the Maple, a young Yew has revealed itself in the rocks on the hill. Although it admittedly looks a little barren now and we really miss the canopy, there will be more trees to take its place.
All of the vegetable starts are now planted in the garden and ready to go and the plants are all covered in buds. It looks like it will be the most prolific year ever. The garden is ready. There is not much more I can do now but wait for the flowers to bloom and the vegetables to produce. It is like the house has been cleaned, the table set and the roast is in the oven and I am just waiting on the guests to arrive at the party.
Each of the twenty-one tomatoes is planted with a stake, a cage and an old piece of pipe with holes drilled in the bottom. When I water them, I just pour the water into the pipe and it goes directly to the roots. There isn’t a drop wasted. One watering can fills three pipes and I do it every second day.
The never-ending saga of our water continues. We had 7000 gallons saved when, on April 1st. E opened the water to the bunkie so I could use the washroom there when I am in the garden. Today we discovered we are down to 800 gallons in the tanks on reserve in the garden and only 1600 up top!!!!!!! Oh FFS’s. He went under the bunkie and the pipe to the pressure pump has sprung a hole, probably because it was an old pipe we found around the property. #$^%^$ !!!!!!!! We can still pump from our well, but are now desperate for a fairly rainy June to top up a tank or two. Sigh. I might have to start bathing and brushing my teeth with wine.
So, I have been thinking about this for a while and I want to thank you all for following along, but after 2300 posts, I have run out of things to talk about. I cannot in good faith force you to listen to my non-stop chatter about tomatoes for one more summer. So, while I consider if I am going to continue the blog at all, I am going to begin by taking the summer off. I will see you again in the fall.
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