Category: plots
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springing into action
I couldn’t help myself with the classic spring pun title. It’s too easy. Critters are out, green trash cans are making appearances on trash day, it’s still light after a work day – we’re in spring folks! It’s been awhile since the last blog post exactly 3 months ago, so here we are. Rest assured…
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to bed
On winter solstice I felt it fitting to publish a seasons-end post on putting the beds … to bed. What kind of content could one possibly come up with in regards to the literal act of stopping gardening, you ask? Great question. Turns out, a decent amount. So here we are. Aside from myself, the…
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support me
I could put the title in quotes and suffix it with “, the plants screamed at me, all at once”. Sprinkled about in my blog posts of past lore, I foreshadow a future time when plant growth will take off like a rocket, soar like an eagle, tower over yards and plots casting shadows all…
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no vacancy
It’s officially growing season and we are underway. To kick things off, I’ll begin where we ended previously when describing how some of the crops looked soiled… in a bad-soil kinda way. The investigation continues to determine why some crops, both directly sown and transplanted have had less personal growth than I’ve had in my…
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make your bed & lie in it
Harpo, the final Marx brother has been completed. Writing about the reconstruction of these garden beds feels very deja vu, so we’ll keep it tight. How’s that for efficiency? I’ve gotten quicker at replacing these beds now that the work is essentially done, so there’s not much innovation when it comes to rebuilding. It goes…
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the plot thickens
By plot, I mean 63P. By thickens, I mean some new stuff exists. That’s it. That’s the pun. I’ll see myself out. If you’ve made it past that excruciating eye-roll of a first sentence, I congratulate you. Now let’s get to the juicy bits. 63P is one step further in its evolution. We’ve got a…
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the fin whale
Construction continues at 63P. Or should I say deconstruction. It was time to start hauling out the loads and loads (and loads) of stored pallet wood from the plot. For this I needed help. Morgan decided to lend her efforts towards the ordeal, as well as her mom, Rosalie. We had quite a tall task…
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razed beds
It’s show time and go time baby. The clock is ticking down quickly for the 2024 planting season and I’m so far from ready that I could load and aim a cannon at ready, blast that cannon at ready, and still not be close to ready. Now that Seedling Mode has been activated, they’re my…
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lay of the land
Barring any sudden jarring changes to my life, currently my sentiment is that plot 63P will be an asset for multiple years. As mentioned in my previous post, I’ve never had the same plot over multiple seasons, which means plot 63P brings with it a different outlook and a different mindset. My mindset is now…
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genesis
I either lucked out, or I’ve made a huge mistake. I’m now the official inheritor of plot 63P, one of many garden plots at Gabriel Park Community Gardens, but the only 400 square foot plot available for takeover in 2024. Back in ye olden days when I was but a wee lad (last summer) I…