Compost tossing

A grey day: perfect weather for heaving compost about. I managed to mulch around the fig trees and the euphorbias, the bean and cucumber poles and tomato bushes before the rain came sheeting down. Good soaking stuff: It may revive the lawn a bit; it does have a crisp appearance.

It’s been a busy week. But not in the garden: house guests, visits further south. But we have managed plenty of crops to feed the hungry.

Being a Monday I have started with a mighty list of chores to do in the garden over the next week. This rain has slowed me down, but as soon as it lets up I want to plunge into that compost again.

Quick summary of the day’s task: mulched the crops, weeded and as an encore, and I don’t know quite why I decided to do it at the end of the day, I decided to turn over the compost bins (and did my back in at the same time). To give the shooters of sciatica a break I sowed five more large pots of that tremendous white plumed grass that self seeds about the place. Thrifty grass seed collection and sowing is going to be the order of the terraces this autumn. I’m fired up.

Cool beer, notes done: back to trying to remove the contents of the farm from under the fingernails.