Today is another gorgeous Spring day. I have a bad cold, which detracts a bit from my enjoyment of it, but I’ve still managed to get a couple of things done.
Did some more hand-mowing (some with the help of the boys), and dug clippings into part of the garden.
Set up a new 4′ x 4′ bed for one of the vining squash. Put down several thicknesses of newspaper to kill the grass, then soil from garden, then a layer of fresh green grass clippings, then another layer of soil from the garden. I’ll add more soil in 2 or 3 weeks, then plant. That will give the squash room to vine across the lawn. The soil in that Southwest corner of the yard is very rich, so they should do well.
You can see two of the small fruit trees we planted last fall in the above photo. I have, alas, forgotten if we bought two plum and one pear or two pear and one plum. At any rate, it looks like they all came through the winter fine and are getting ready to leaf out in the next week.
My perception of our yard is changing. I used to think of it in terms of a nice, largish suburban yard (even though we’re not really in a suburb), an asset in terms of property valuation. Now I think more and more that this is the last place I will live, and so the value of the yard to anyone else becomes irrelevant.
Our yard has become a place to grow food and support our family in other ways in the coming [insert doomish adjective of your choice here] times. It’s appearance doesn’t matter. It’s a working yard now.
All that’s good.
Delila, champion mouser, was out enjoying the weather also:
Ending and Beginning 