Yeah, I'm not sure we're going to make it, but we are going to give it a shot.
We waited on so many things with this garden. Here it is, halfway through May, and we've got very little planted.
What we DO have is a good start on some permanent raised beds. Even if we don't get them all planted this year, they will be ready next spring, with hopefully NOT much work to do. I'm really looking forward to a spring that we are not tied to working the earth as much as we have been for the last two years.
The hope is that the hay will be mulched thickly enough to prevent weeds, even from the seeds that will be IN the mulch itself. If not, we are in the same boat anyhow, so it's worth the try.
Here is the first bed we mulched with hay, the lowest future melon bed, which we hope to seed tomorrow.
This is laid down at least 6 inches thick, and it's partially decomposed already.
I found my summer squash being attacked by mangey little striped beetles, which I picked off and squished in my fingers. I didn't used to do that, but the harder I work on this, the more vicious I become in protecting it.
And here is the area we needed to work on for the last three beds on the first side.
This has a really bad area right above the peas. The dirt was turned over, toward the downhill direction, leaving us with a sharp bank heading straight into the pea bed. I was not sure how we were going to level it all out.
But I left Michael manning the rototiller...
... and I went on a walkabout down the meadow way to where we'd been hunting for rotten hay bales the neighbor said we could have.
I was dying to get some photos of this flourish of wild daisies we'd traveled through.
Ooooooooh, look at these!
Here are some of the places we picked up hay from where he'd stored some bales.
And tucked back under the trees and a wild grape vine...
...was this wonderful find!
I hope we can get a chance to eat these grapes. Usually they are so high up in the trees you can't get to them.
We are so blessed to live by this meadow. Can't see the house from here.
Some sort of fiery weed.
A vivid red clover blossom.
Heading back home.
Michael getting his shoes back on after going in for his drink igloo.
While pulling a few weeds I found these sweet potato surprises! They must have very prolific roots, because these were a good 8 feet uphill from where they had been last year. I haven't decided whether to leave them, pull them, or move them, so they are still down there.
We decided to really make the garden straight and neat, so we marked it with string and recut the top border in a straight line to till it in. It was a lot of work, but we are so glad we did it.
Then we needed a shovel. We'd been working with only one shovel, and trying to make do with a spade and a trencher, but our backs have been screaming for weeks. So we took a trip into town to buy a super-duper shovel, and we also invested in a super-duper lopper. We are really going to be blessed by this! Every year I struggle with loppers that barely cut. Now we are set!
Ready to get back at it?
There is a very naughty dog on the end of that chain. Twice he has been caught laying on top of our summer squash seedlings. He's going to be kept from the garden until they are much bigger. He gets to be tied up where ever we are working outside so he doesn't feel lonely.
Three beds marked out and digging begun.
And look at that beautiful straight top, where we plan on placing the cold frames.
Tomorrow we hope to mulch all the beds we've done so far. Then we can call the garden beds half done.