|The start of the Annex. The two stakes |
mark tomato plants from my landlord.
When last we spoke I was unloading my self of a couple tones of iron and plastics. I do not regret that choice. Somedays I think I wish I could have a car to move one thing once. Those days are few enough in between for me to know that I am not really needing it.
Today I am going to tell you all about my accidental garden. When last we met the garden I was offered a small corner of the plot across the alley. I accepted that offer and later that weekend tilled that plot with a hand trowel. That is not the smart way to garden. It was enough for me to plant the first generation of veggie seedlings some of my own and some from my sister. I could nearly have kept things there save for the ticking biological time bomb that was the tomatoes.
|Some fool thought it was a good |
idea to sell me a spade.
|Mr. Socks, him cat.|
The tomatoes forced my hand. There was not enough space in the corner plot to fit them and I lacked potting soil and pots to give them the chance they needed on the patio. Hence the spade. On a Saturday after noon I went and got a tool. I then dug out the whole garden. At this time nothing had been planted and the untilled earth was getting hard. So my logic was even if I don't plant it my self at least it will be ready. I finished that day with 4 raised beds. Then next day I went to my office and repatriated some very thirsty tomatoes.
|The plot as of today.|
I have been making do with a bucket that spent the last 6 months siting on the side of the street next to where I used to park my car. This will do until the cucumbers and zucchini come online.