Late winter mulching
I pinged awake at 6am this morning and thought it was Saturday.
And boy was I disappointed to discover it was only Friday. Any other time outside a lockdown life in a pandemic winning a day would be cause for rejoicing….
But the good news is I have called a halt to the beefy work in the potager and on the farm. I have dragged branches out of the forest – both parts.
Lower forest for sticks which had to be hauled up with the aid of the mighty car.
Then the ones from the upper forest I let gravity do the talking. Teetering down the steep slope with armfuls of lovely dead chestnut.
I have chipped endless, endless twigs, branches, prunings.
I have dragged sacks of the gorgeous stuff (80 percent dead matter, 20 percent fresh) onto each and every one of my raised beds.
And here is the result.
I am pleased.
I am ready.
6th March 2021 @ 6:47 pm
Wow, gorgeous…………Lindy, these last few posts have inspired me! I’ll get hopping on my chippings & bed mulching, promise!!!