In the second picture, you can see him enjoying pets.
Midnight still has a mark on his nose. For most of the summer, he had an odd wound there that would get bigger, burst, start going away, then get bigger again. Which was rather gross because he kept trying to rub his nose, wound and all, against us while demanding attention! At some point, it simply started to heal and now there’s just a bit of bald skin where it used to be.
Fluffy lets us pet her regularly now, and is often found lounging on various beds and blankets.
Today, I finally got progress done in the sun room, which meant taking all the beds scattered on the floor out, as well as the food trays and water bowl, so clear the half of the room so the floor could be scrubbed. I put all the beds and blankets into the wagon and set it outside. It was always either Fluffy or Midnight in the wagon, enjoying a nap in the sun.
Once the floor was clear, I unhooked the shop lights from one end, then cleaned all the windows on the inside.
Then I did the outsides.
Then, since I had the bucket with glass cleaner and long pole window washing tool out anyways, I did the outsides of all the first floor windows.
Then I did the windows in the isolation shelter.
Plus the roof.
That done, I got the bucket refilled with all purpose cleaner to start on the floor in the sun room. I’ve got a broom with super stiff bristles on it and I used that to scrub the floor, because there’s no way a regular mop can do the job. It was a very dirty job, but I got a little more than half the floor in the room done. Then my daughter brought me a mop bucket and I used a mop to rinse the floor – which required several changes of water.
It’s going to take quite a while for the floor to dry. Once it’s dry, we can clear the other half. Most things will go outside, but the counter shelf will be moved to the cleaned half, since it’s easier than trying to fight it through the door.
I did get the lights set up again before doing in, and the wagon with the beds was tucked into the other half for the night, in case it rains. The cats are going to have to find other places to sleep tonight!
They have lots of places to choose from.
Through the window of the above photo, you can see the beds with the self seeded tomatoes. That got covered for the night. The other beds in the main garden area did not get covered again. Instead, I harvested.
There are a few California Wonder bell peppers and the Chocolate Stripe tomatoes that will be left to ripen indoors. The single Caspar eggplant is about as ripe as its going to get, so we can try that out at any time. It’s unfortunate that we got only one one successful eggplant, and even that is smaller than it should be.
This morning, my younger daughter and I made a dump run. When we got back, she went straight to the food forest to keep working on the transplants. Her sister took a break from working on commissions to come out and help. Even I was able to help out. With the 18 holes my daughter got done last night, I started by watering each of them – something that would have been good to do with all of the transplants, but there wasn’t the opportunity. Then we worked assembly line style, getting plants out of their big pots, then my younger daughter brought them to the pre-dug holes while her sister went along and put soil back around them.
I found more pots with self seeded willow in them.
Some, like in the photo above, showed signs that someone had already cut away willow earlier, and new ones had started to grow from the same stems. We tried to cut away as much as possible, but there’s just no way to separate their roots out. In the second image, you can see the pile of most of the willows I’d cut away, including from haskaps that had already been transplanted! The leaves are quite similar, but the stems are very different, which helped in finding where to cut them away.
Then my alarm went off for my afternoon painkillers (just T3s now), so I left the girls to it and worked on other things. One of those was doing a scan of the truck. The check engine light had turned itself off a couple of days ago, but turned on again while we were driving to the dump. It was the same code as before, that our mechanic says is likely the gas cap. The other possibilities are all things we’ve taken care of already. I cleared the code, then sent our mechanic screen caps of the scan results, asking for suggestions. We’ll be doing our Costco run tomorrow, so it should be interesting to see if the light is still there.
By the end of the afternoon, this is how far the girls got.
They got 18 haskap into the pre-dug holes, then dug and planted another 7, making for 25 transplants done today. There are still another 10 large pots waiting to go into the ground that will need larger holes dug, before we can switch to the ones in the trays that don’t need such deep holes. In the third photo of the slideshow above, you can see what’s left.
It’s unlikely we’ll have a chance to work on them tomorrow, but we might be able to finish getting things in the ground on Monday. At least for the pre-measured area. Once that’s filled, we can start sticking more of them wherever we can find space.
After that, we go back to clear out the rocks that got dug up. Then the soil around each one will get raked smooth, and finally a water trench will be made around each one.
Then we can start hauling over wood chips and start mulching.
Meanwhile, we have various garden beds that need to be cleared out. The carrots need to be harvested, but those can wait, since they handle frost just fine. At the very least, a bed needs to be prepared for the garlic, which needs to be planted this month.
On the plus side, we should have a couple more weeks of relatively mild weather before overnight temperatures start consistently going below freezing. Which I am grateful for. Today I saw one of those Facebook “X years ago today” photos come up. It was a photo taken out of the living room window, 8 years ago, and there was snow on the ground. I think we even had a blizzard on Thanksgiving weekend, that year. So I am quite happy with the weather we’ve got happening right now! In fact, it was a perfect day to be working outside today, and not get too hot while doing it!
I’m also happy that I was feeling well enough to be outside most of the day, and finally work on the sun room, too. We’ll see how things are with our Costco trip tomorrow. I’ll definitely bring the walker along and have my daughter push the cart, instead of using the cart as a walker, just to be on the safe side.
Well, we most definitely dropped to freezing last night, so I was expecting to see much of the garden finally killed off for the season.
I didn’t make it outside for quite some time, though.
I was doing great in the wee hours when my alarm went off – so much so, I skipped the painkillers and fell back asleep. I was still feeling good when the morning alarm went off and I took my meds and supplements as usual, then promptly fell back asleep again.
Then the phone rang. I was expecting a call back from what I missed yesterday, at 10am. The call came at about 9am, and I was still hard asleep.
It did turn out to be the cancer clinic calling. Finally! I have a date to come in on Tuesday next week. I had thought I’d be getting a procedure done – another biopsy and testing of my lymph nods – but she said the appointment should be only half an hour. So it sounds like I’m just talking to a doctor? I will find out when I get there.
The clinic is in the same hospital the cardiac clinic is in. The cardiac clinic that would not accommodate my husband’s disability while always being very late calling him in and making him wait in painful waiting room chairs, then ghosted him when he refused to put up with it anymore.
Hopefully, the cancer clinic is better.
What isn’t better is the length of the drive, downtown driving to cross the river to a sort of second “downtown” of the French part of the city, and endless parking issues around the hospital. The woman that called me even brought up the parking as a potential issue, and I told her about taking my husband in and having to park several blocks away. She completely understood. I appreciate that she brought it up. It is clearly a major problem.
Oh, and the appointment is for 9:15am. The drive, with heavy downtown traffic, is about an hour and a half. More, with construction issues. Then we’d need the time to find parking, then walking however many blocks it’ll take to get to the hospital. We’d have to leave at around 6:45am to be sure to get there in time.
I passed on to my brother and SIL about the appointment. While chatting with me SIL, I mentioned that the parking issues was brought up.
She had a suggestion. We could drive to their place, just outside the city, and leave the truck in their driveway. She would drive us to the hospital, drop us off, then come back for us later.
!!!!!
My SIL is such an awesome person. I very gratefully accepted the offer.
By the time that was all worked out, I’d had breakfast and was getting ready to head outside. Unfortunately, pretty much right from when I lurched out of bed to get the phone, the pain started kicking in. It kept slowly getting worse so I held out until my afternoon meds, using the topical painkiller lotion in between, hoping that with the two of them, things would improve.
It never really did. I’ve just taken my evening painkillers and it’s only now starting to get better.
My younger daughter, meanwhile, had gone out to start working on the transplants. She had come in briefly in the mid afternoon when I remembered that I wanted to go to the post office. I had a thumb drive to drop off for someone, care of the store’s owner, as well as getting the mail, in case there were more medical letters in.
My daughter came with me. I drove but stayed in the truck while she did the running around. By the time I was driving home, I had to hunch over the steering wheel, as the angle helped ease the pain a bit.
Once home, I decided to stay outside and finally look at the garden as I’d planned to do earlier. My daughter offered to bring my walker over – she had set it up under the crab apple trees as somewhere she could sit to rest and hydrate every now and then. I said no and just took my time over things.
Of course, I couldn’t NOT do stuff while out there.
The winter squash vines all seemed to be frost killed, even with the frost cloth I had over it. Which I’d left, because it’s white and still lets light in. Plus, I wasn’t up to moving it. The vines looked damaged, but the developing squash did not seem to have damage to them. So I left them.
The bush beans, in the first photo above, are all killed off. The Cosmos and Crackerjack marigolds in the second photo seem to be killed off, too. Looking through the plastic over the melons, they look dead, as well. I did not try to uncover the peppers, Chocolate Stripe tomatoes and eggplant. The celery, which I have not been able to harvest to dehydrate as planned, looks just fine!
The summer squash, in the third picture, were completely frost killed – revealing a few squash that looked big enough to harvest and not very damaged by frost!
So, I harvested them. Two Lemon squash, some Prolific Longneck, and some yellow zucchini.
In the other images, you can see that some zucchini flowers look surprisingly strong and like they might still bloom!
After that, I checked on the tomato and bean beds by the compost ring. The self seeding tomato plants in the old kitchen garden, which is still covered, seem to have survived, but the ones in the tomato bed did not. After checking on the state of the tomatoes still hanging on the vines, I decided they were worth picking, with the split ones going into the compost ring. Only the larger tomatoes. The Orange Currant tomatoes are so small, there was nothing salvageable there.
I was being haunted by cats while doing this, so I did the evening cat feeding. Which is when I got to love on this beauty.
Colby SO loves attention now! He’s such a gorgeous kitty!
That done, I finished picking tomatoes and set them in the cat free zone, aka: the living room, to see if they will ripen, then decided I was up to doing at least some clean up work on the tomato bed.
I basically just took off all the plant ties and clips, then pulled the stakes out. With the green stakes, I was able to make a bundle of 10 but, since we stole some to use for the haskaps, I didn’t have enough to make a second bundle of 10, so those will just wait there for now. The bed is at the stage where the protective collars can be removed, but that was more than I was able to do today.
The deer ate the entire row of Swiss Chard, but it’s trying to grow back! Chard can handle frost quite well, and the little leaves have no frost damage at all.
After that, I felt I had enough energy for one more thing. I measured inside the water bowl shelter, then cut a narrow piece of plywood to length.
The first image shows the new board, which is in the middle, plus I added back one of the other narrower boards I’d tried adding to make it wider, previously. Originally, it was just that white board in the back (there’s a spare piece of wood I’m just storing there for now). I set the self-warming shelter back, and it now has enough space to be set sideways, with the peak matching the angle of the roof. Hopefully, nothing will try climbing on top of it and crushing it again!
Under the shelf, you can see the last beds and blankets that need to be cleaned for the winter, but in the second photo, you can see I’ve added another bed, already cleaned, to the second floor. As the season progresses and we plug in the cat house, there will be power to the heated water bowl for the winter. We still need to pop the roof on the cat house to clean it for the winter, and check the heat bulb and smoke detector.
That was about it for me, by then. I did go over to see how my daughter was doing. She’d been at it almost all day. She had planted 6 more haskap, but then switched to just digging holes. While she was doing that, I gave all the pots and trays a watering. I hadn’t realized until then that my SIL wasn’t able to take all the spruce trees! There are still about 5 trays and a few loose pots of them!
My daughter dug another 18 holes before calling it a day. Digging the holes is actually the “easy” part of the job – getting the root bound haskap out of their pots is far more difficult.
Unfortunately, as she moved her way down the tilled rows, the top soil was getting shallower in places, and she was digging up a lot more gravel and rocks. Including hitting some rocks too big to dig out!
You can see the edge of one in the first photo above. The second photo shows some of the “smaller” rocks she’d gotten out of another hole. As for the third picture…
Yeah… that’s a crack in the spade’s wooden shaft. It finally broke while she was digging around that rock in the first photo.
Thankfully, my brother had brought a couple of his spades out and left them for us to use, too. We have another one that has a metal shaft that my daughter doesn’t like to use. She’d started using one of my brother’s that had a wooden shaft, but the top was some sort of ergonomic handle that she found actually caused her more pain. Which left only one last shovel available that she could use! Another wooden shaft, which she prefers. Hopefully, no more big rocks will become an issue.
Here, you can see the day’s work. Six more haskaps transplanted, on the left of the photo, and 18 holes dug. That leaves another 30 holes to dig, but the last ones won’t need to accommodate the big pots. The last ones could be done with a hand trowel, for the haskap in the trays.
You can see the piles of soil that have more gravel in them, too.
By the time she was done, my daughter fully needed to use my walker to go back to the house! The poor thing could barely walk by then.
While all this was happening, I got a message from my sister saying they might be swinging buy to drop off some tires, then head back out again. We’d been inside for a while when I checked the cameras and saw they were here! So I went out to talk to them.
Oh! I completely forgot to mention last night!
A few years ago, someone had come out here to buy several old vehicles out of the car graveyard. Two years ago, he came back wanting to buy a couple of little cars parked by the old threshing machine. They’ve been there so long, they sunk into the soil right to the undercarriage, and there were caragana and red osier dogwood growing around them.
We made arrangements and he just needed to figure out how to get them out and take them home.
I never heard back from him. I thought he might have changed his mind but, last night, I got a call. He was at the gate!
It turns out he had started a new business this spring, and now has a crane truck. He was able to use it to lift the cars out and tow them to an open area closer to the gate, where they can be easily accessed to load onto a trailer, which will happen another day.
Of course, I let my brother know and kept him up to date, then sent him video I took of the crane work. My brother, however, was visiting my mother at the time and didn’t see all of it; all he saw was that someone had come for the cars – and he completely forgot about the arrangement made, two years ago. Not a surprise. At the time, they were frantically trying to get their own stuff off their property they’d sold to bring here, before the possession date. He ended up phoning me after visiting my mother and had seemed very confused and anxious about it.
By the time they got here tonight, though, he had had a chance to see everything I’d sent them. When I realized they were here and I came out to see them, my brother was just coming back from the main garden area, where they’d checked out the progress. Then I saw my SIL come around the trees on her phone, look up and laugh, because she had just messaged to tell me what a great job was done with the digging! I told them, it was all my younger daughter! They were very impressed.
Then we had a chance to talk about the vehicles, and about the lack of paperwork for them. Even scrap yards need proof of ownership when it comes to old vehicles. That’s all gone, and the people who would have had them have passed on. Most of them have been there for so long, they would be considered abandoned, anyhow. We’ll need to figure it out.
I mentioned the guy is still interested in some of the other old vehicles, and my brother wants to talk to him about that. They’ve taken two trailer loads of stuff from here to the scrap yard and for the last one, they barely got enough back to cover the cost of gas to take them there. Selling the individual vehicles to someone who wants to rebuild them, and can pick them up himself, would have a much better rate of return. Plus, my brother is also now looking to sell more of their farm equipment, because he’s not going to be farming with them after he retires in a couple of years.
They weren’t able to stay long, though, but thanks to her generous offer, I’ll be seeing my SIL next week, when she drives me and my daughter to the cancer clinic.
Which means we will need to do our Costco trip on Sunday. Tomorrow, the dump is open so we’ll be doing that, then planting trees before more holes are dug. I know myself well enough to admit that I wouldn’t be able to do a Costco trip on Monday, without putting myself in a physically bad situation for the cancer clinic appointment on Tuesday, which leaves us only Sunday to do the Costco stock up trip, leaving Monday to do any recovering I might need. Particularly since I am now out of the Tramacet and am back to using only T3s for pain.
So, that’s where we are at now. Thanks to my daughter, much progress was made on the digging, and I was even able to do some stuff in the garden to prepare it for winter. I continue to pray for a mild fall, because I will need the time. I’m going to be severely limited in what I can do to prepare the beds for winter, and the girls aren’t that much better than I am, until they get their surgeries. Which won’t be for months, while I should get mine within October.
Meanwhile, with the weather changes, my husband is getting hit with a lot of pain, too.
What a broken and battered household we are right now!! 😄
Ah, well. It is what is it, and we do what we can. What else is there to do?
We had a rather long day today, and it’s not even 5pm yet.
My younger daughter had her doctor’s appointment in the city, which meant we had to be on the road by 8:30am to get there, with extra time to be delayed by construction or whatever else came up. We had time enough to stop at a gas station along the way to pick up drinks and a couple of sandwiches for the girls, who hadn’t had breakfast before leaving. I noticed the gas prices in this town were still $1.729/L, and I hoped prices would be better while in the city, as we’d need to top up before heading home.
I’m glad we left as early as we did because, even with my daughter navigating and the map app talking out directions, I missed a turn. It was at one of the more bizarre intersections – of which there are many – and it was either turn right, or turn extra right. I didn’t catch the extra right in time. Then, because it’s one way streets all over the place, we ended up taking a completely alternate route – that turned out to make it easier to get into the parking we needed, than if we hadn’t missed the turn.
I truly dislike driving in the downtown area of the city. Some of the worst street planning out there and, for where we were driving, it can’t even be blamed on things like being split up by rivers and tributaries. Then there are the crappy drivers and the crumbling streets.
*sigh*
Still, we got there with about 10 minutes to spare. After getting through the security gauntlet to get into the building, which included my daughter justifying why we were there without our own appointments, I signed in for the parking spot we were in, then we waited. My older daughter ended up going in with her sister for what turned out to be two consecutive appointments; one with a doctor, one with a nurse practitioner. It ended up being more than an hour before they came out again, with another appointment for next month, plus some lab requisitions. There’s a lab right in the building, so we just waited until my daughter was called in. That went quickly, and we were soon heading out. Which was great “fun”, trying to find and read inconsistently placed street signs, including one that was half hidden by a set of street lights, and not get hit by drivers oblivious to everything around them. Oh, and dodging construction. Or course.
Have I mentioned I really dislike driving in this city? I don’t think I could say it enough.
My older daughter ended up not being able to eat the sandwich we’d picked up on the way out, so she was really hungry. So chose a different route out, so we could take the street we do one of our stop up trips on. Gas prices were $1.799 all over, except for one gas station we saw on the way in, at $1.639 – but it was a co-op franchise that we stopped going to after their cheap, dirty gas cost us over $400 in repairs in our previous vehicle, plus repairs on our lawn mower. There was a Domo along the way that was at $1.749/L, and today was discount day, so we got gas at $1.609/L instead.
This station is right near the international grocery store we like to go to, and that’s where we went for lunch. My daughters got themselves some steamed dumpling dim sum, and I got a large Chinese meal that I only ate half of, taking the rest home.
From there, we went to a Superstore that was along our way out. We have already run out of the torpedo buns we all like so much, so we got three more bags, along with a couple of pounds of butter, since I’m not sure when we’ll be at Costco to stock up on butter next. The girls found a giant Italian sandwich for their dad as a treat, and we happened to cut through the aisle with energy drinks, so I got some Beaver Buzz for home.
Of course, it was while we were doing all this that I got a message from my husband saying a doctor had called for me and would call back at around 2. I didn’t think we’d be home by then, so I told my husband that, if it was about an appointment, to take whatever they give me, except for November 3, and 4, when the girls have their next medical appointments.
When we got home, I missed the call back by mere minutes. The doctor hadn’t been able to talk to my husband because he’s not on the last as my “next of kin”. But she would call back tomorrow at around 10.
Which suggests to me it was the specialist getting back to me, not cancer care. I’ll have to make sure to let her know, she can speak freely to my husband about my file, if I’m not around.
We had barely settled in when my younger daughter headed out to start digging holes. Her sister followed soon after.
They were able to finish the first section that was planted in, where I’d already dug 3 holes yesterday, which is what you see in the first image above. Then they moved to the northernmost end of the new rows and started working across there. My younger daughter did the digging while her sister did the transplanting. In the second picture, you can see the 6 transplants along the north end are in. The next photo shows just some of what my daughter had to deal with while digging!
So. Many. Rocks, all over this area.
The last image is taken from the south end of the new rows. The transplanting will be done from the north end, so that when the south end is reached, we will be planting small ones out of the trays, rather than the big pots. We’ve got a total 77 haskaps in the large pots, but there are a total of 90 spaces to plant in. So, to fill the whole area, there would be another 23 plants from the trays, plus another 5 or so spots between the Silver Buffalo berry to fill. I’m pretty sure we can fill all those spaces, and still have plants in the trays left over.
I did pop out later on, though I was banned from doing any digging. Depending on which app I look at, we’re going to drop to either 2C/36F or 0C/32F tonight. I brought out the fabric to cover four beds – the peppers, eggplant and Chocolate stripe tomatoes in the main garden area, and the self seeded tomatoes in the old kitchen garden. My older daughter came out to help me while updating me on their progress.
I remembered that I still had an unopened package of frost cloth I got at a dollar store, years ago. I got multiple packages but, when I tried to use them, they tore apart. I figured I would try using it to see if I could protect the winter squash, which are more exposed on the chain link fence.
It wasn’t quite long enough to cover from end to end, but the developing squash, at least, are covered. The edge on the inside of the chain link fence got squished between the squash plants and the sunflowers, then it got secures with clothes pins to the chain link. The sunflowers might actually help hold it in place, too.
That was about my limit for today, as pain levels were starting to increase, and I wanted to not let it get worse. When my daughters came in, they updated me with their progress. All of the transplants got watered, as well as all the pots and trays. Later on, I’ll rake around the transplants and make water trenches, as with the first ones that got done, but that’s not as urgent as getting them in the ground and watered. After getting updated, I went out and took pictures, before we lost the light.
I really hope a lot of these survive. With the silver buffalo berry, we had a bundle of 30. Over the span of several years, we’ve lost only 5, and they were in great shape when they were planted. The haskap are not in great shape, so it’s reasonable to expect a higher loss rate. Still, it would be nice if they all made it!
Tomorrow, we do more digging.
Well. My daughter will probably do more digging. If I’m still banned from digging, I’ll see if I can finally get back to cleaning the sun room for the winter, which has had zero progress in the past few days! Too many other things dragging us away. After tonight’s drop in temperature, things will warm up again for the next while, with no rain, so we should get some decent progress done.
Last night, my brother and SIL picked up and dropped off another load of haskaps in large pots. I’d already gone to bed after taking my evening meds, so I wasn’t able to see them until this morning.
I counted and got 30 pots. If you look at the second picture, you can see that some of them have invaders. Willow, in that photo. Poplar in others. Herbaceous weeds in others.
I wasn’t sure how many more, but my SIL wasn’t sure if they’d have to make two trips to get the rest. Which means about 30 more in one load and who knows how many in another.
I started marking and measuring more rows.
Each row is 6′ apart, and the stakes in the rows are 4′ apart for a dozen spots marked in each row.
I ran out of stakes and grabbed the ones from the trellis for the red noodle beans that never grew large enough to use it. I had a thinner, shorter stake that I used to hold the end of the measuring tape at a stake marking spots in the row I’d done yesterday. After lining up the first three stakes of new rows, at 6, 12 and 18 feet, I moved the end of the tape measure down each stake along the row I’m made yesterday, then lay one end of a 4 ft stake at the previous 18 ft marker to line up with the tape measure to find where the next 18′ marker would go, then placed the next 6, 12 and 18 ft markers. Lather, rinse, repeat.
When my older daughter came out to join me, I was running out of stakes again. She helped me steal 6′ stakes from the Orange Currant tomatoes, since those are a bush type and weren’t attached to the stakes like the other two varieties needs. Just the plastic coated metal ones, since the few bamboo ones in there would just break in this soil.
Then my younger daughter came out to join us and things went much faster. By that point, I had enough stakes to make one more row of 12. My younger daughter would move the stake holding the end of the measuring tape, my older daughter would use the 4 foot stake to find the 6 ft mark, and I’d push in the next stake.
At this point, even with the curve at the south end of the row, it was getting close to the largest crab apple trees. W
Well, I least we knew there wasn’t going another load!
By this time, we’d made enough rows and marked enough spaces that, counting the empty spaces from the rows already transplanted into, we could plant another 71 haskaps.
My daughters and I went went around to check out other things while I put the measuring tape back where it belongs in the garage, then they went inside while I headed back to the haskaps. I wanted to make water trenches around the 21 that were transplanted yesterday.
How close the ends of the rows were getting to the crab apple trees was bothering me, so I made a decision. The rows were a dozen spots long because I was lining up with the sliver buffalo berry, not because I was counting how many spots per row. I decided to shorten all the rows to 10 spots to transplant into, rather than 12. That meant the first three rows my brother had been tilling in the dark until we told him to stop weren’t going to need more tilling, other than a single spot that he didn’t get to before we told him to stop.
I used those to mark out another row. Since I had both 6′ and 4′ stakes available, I used those to work out where each stake would be placed in the new row. In the end, a total of 6 new rows of 10 stakes were marked out, plus there 9 spots remaining in the original three rows that were already transplanted into.
I then used a garden hoe around each transplant already in the ground, creating a trench, making sure the outside of it had a higher wall of soil. Once each had a trench, I dragged the hose around to the south end of the rows, since I now had 6 rows of stakes preventing access from the side, used the jet spray in the trench so the water could level out the soil as it filled, then switched to the shower setting to water the based of the plants themselves. They’re going to need a lot of watering to be able to develop new roots out of root-bound plants. They’re going to suffer for it, but there’s just no way we could deal with that before transplanting so many at once.
Meanwhile, I eventually got a message from my SIL. She said they’d packed 32 large pots, plus smaller plants she wasn’t sure of.
Which meant we marked out more rows than needed. Which is okay. I’d rather have extra than not enough! I had no idea what these smaller plants were, so I left it, in case it would still be needed.
I did move the pots already hear, setting them closer to the spots they would be planted in. It turned out I had double counted a pot, and there were 29 of them.
The first image above is of the marked out rows, with water bottles on some of the stakes to make them more visible. With there being “only” 29 pots, it was exactly enough to set them out at two marked rows, plus the 9 spaces left in the original three rows.
They ended up taking longer to come out as they had opportunity for other stuff to do before getting here. I had plenty of time to go inside and have a late lunch before going out again to feed the outside cats. I had come back in and was just settling down when the gate cam notification told me they had arrived, so I headed back out again.
When my SIL backed the truck up to the food forest area, she had a surprise for me. I’d messaged them about a new hose connector repair set, and my brother had picked up a pair of them for me and left them before they headed out this morning. I went to fix the hose and realized I neglected to tell my brother than I needed a 5/8 repair kit. He’d picked 1/2 inch sets. Oops! He did leave the receipt in the bag, though, so I can exchange them later.
They came back with hoses… and a drip irrigation set up!!!!
These are not regular garden hoses! On the stump are a couple of timers. There’s a couple of cannisters that we’re not quite sure what they are. The pink stakes, I was told, are to hold electric fence wire, but are just there as highly visible stakes. There are steel clamps and reflectors in there, too, plus a couple of pieces with rigid pipe on them. In the second photo is a hose with drip irrigation nozzles. A couple of pots had the short length of drip hoses and ground stakes to hold them, which each pot would have had at some point. The third photo has a better look at the timers and a cannister; the second one is still attached to a hose somewhere.
I’m going to have learn how to use a drip irrigation system. We would need to buy the drop hoses and nozzles and stakes before we can actually use the system.
I am truly blown away by all of this!! This is all stuff the family was ready to throw out!
Once we got the hoses out, it was time to unload the haskaps. My SIL climbed into the back of the truck and passed them to me, while I set them aside by the trays of spruces. By this time, my brother had brought their tiller over. He shifted each of the stakes, one row at a time, marking where they were with a spade, so he could till an entire row at one, pausing the tiller to let it go deeper, next to a stake. Then we went over the rows again, working to get each pre-measured spot deeper and looser.
He was still working on that when we finished unloading the truck. I set them out in rows of 10, and there turned out to be 27 big pots in total. My SIL told me later how they kept trying to count how many pots there were, and kept losing track! Sounds like me, trying to do a head count of yard cats in the morning. 😄
Then there were the trays.
They turned out to be more haskap in little 4″ pots, but they were so overgrown, they should have been in 8 or 10 inch pots!
The first image above shows the large pots, the second shows the trays.
After all these were unloaded, my SIL drove the truck back to where they keep it parked out here, then drove their car over to fill the back with the trays of spruce that will be passed on to a friend.
While she was doing that, I started digging holes in the original rows that were tilled. I managed to get three done – taking it very easy and letting the weight of the shovel do most of the work – before I stopped for the day. My alarm for my evening painkillers was going to go off soon, and we were starting to lose the light.
My brother managed to get all the rows tilled, including the “extra” row, making sure to get a fairly wide, deep area by each stake that he’d shifted aside.
That’s as far as things could go tonight. They needed to get back to the city, and won’t be able to come back for some time.
So, it looks like we’ve got a total of 77 haskap in the large pots. Twenty one are already transplanted, plus another 56 in large pots, and an unknown number in the trays. We’ll have enough to fill every pre-measured spot, fill in the empty spots among the silver buffalo berry and have more left over. The ones in the trays are in very rough shape, though, so we can afford to be picky over which ones get transplanted.
Over the next while, we will be digging holes.
Lots of holes.
We’ll have to take our time about it, since we’re all pretty broken, though the deep tilling my brother did will help a lot. Once the holes are dug, transplanting will go much faster.
It’s unlikely we’ll get any digging done tomorrow as my younger daughter has her medical appointment at the skeevy downtown clinic in the city, and my older daughter is coming along, too. That’s in the morning, but who knows how long it’ll take once we’re there. I’m glad we did the bigger stock up shop on the weekend. Normally, today would have been our Costco shop, but we can postpone that for a while as we focus on getting those haskaps transplanted!
Then we see how many survive. They have all been neglected for quite a long time, I’m told.
The area that these are being planted in is now so large, it will actually change my plans for building raised beds. I had intended to make two or three more pairs of trellis beds, plus a polytunnel. There is no longer room for that. We will probably just finish off the pair that’s in progress right now (much delayed), then the polytunnel. After that, we will start working in the other direction, in the space I’d been thinking to use for perennials and self seeded things that can be treated as perennials.
I am absolutely blown away by all this. So many haskaps, plus the drip irrigation equipment!
I’m really looking forward to finally having them. Our original three haskap bushes did not produce a single berry that I could find this year, and the two others I got are in their second year and barely grew at all this year. Much like the highbush cranberry don’t seem to be getting much bigger.
I have no idea how much my brother and SIL paid for all this. My SIL only said it wasn’t much – and she had offered to buy them when she found out they were going to be thrown out, then confirmed we had the space for them here. This is easily several thousand dollars worth of plants and irrigation supplies, had we tried to buy these new through the usual sources.
We – quite happily – have a lot of work ahead of us in the next while!
Yesterday, I’d prepped as much as I could in advance of my brother and SIL coming out with haskap bushes they managed to acquire. My SIL estimated about 30 pots. I marked out 36 spaces to plant them in.
My brother arrived first, having come out after he finished work, getting their tiller out of the barn. By the time he checked it, filled the gas tank and pushed it over to our food forest area, and we were talking about what I’d done, my SIL was driving their truck over to unload.
We were already loosing the light by then.
My brother started tilling the soil at each marked spot while I helped my SIL unload the truck. She had managed to bring 21 pots of haskaps, along with more than 10 trays of spruces. Spruces are not something we need – if we ever want to transplant any, we can get seedlings out of all sort of places, including the ditches. Those got laid out between the crab apple trees and will be taken back later, to be given to a friend.
My sister now estimates there are about 45 pots of haskaps in total. She had brought barely half of them.
My brother had intended to till each spot, then start digging holes to plant all the haskaps, before the left. It was full dark, and my SIL had moved the truck around so he could work under headlights. We stopped him after he’d done about 30 of spots. As we started transplanting from the north end, he realized there was no way they’d all be done that night. Between the three of us – and several flashlights – we got 6 into the ground. Then they had to leave.
My SIL took the truck, leaving the car she came here with, so she could pick up the rest of the haskaps today. We messaged each other this morning. Since my brother is off tomorrow (I keep forgetting that the last day of September is a statutory holiday), they will both come out tonight to unload, stay the night, then plant them tomorrow.
We talked about where to plant the extra haskaps. It’s a bit difficult to figure that out, since we don’t know exactly how many are left. She hopes to give me a count as soon as she is able. We settled on adding a fourth row, which would be another dozen spaces marked. That would bring the total to 48. If there turns out to be more, there are empty spots among the silver buffalo berry, where bushes had not survived, they could go in.
My younger daughter headed over after she did the outside cat feeding. She was determined to finish transplanting the remaining pots this morning, before things started to get too warm for her to work. Our expected high was 20C/68F. Which we have reached now, in the mid afternoon, with the humidex putting us at 23C/73F. That area gets full sun and bakes, and my daughter has a little tolerance for heat.
I made sure to have breakfast before I headed out to help her. While she was digging and transplanting, I measured and marked off another row. Then I wanted to help her, but she banned me from digging holes. Instead, I got the thatching rake (or landscaping rake, or whatever that type of rake is called now) and used it to level out the “excess” soil around each transplant, while also removing some of the bigger rocks that would be in the way of any mowing or weed trimming.
Towards the end of it, my daughter switched to just digging the holes, then setting a haskap into it, before moving on to the next hole to dig. I had caught up enough that I could bury the root balls and pack things down, then continue raking the soil into place.
We got them all done just in time. I don’t know what temperature we were at by then, but my daughter was already having a hard time with it.
We had some light rain last night, and it was still raining when she first started on the transplanting, which is great for the transplants, but I made sure to give them all a watering. I brought another hose from the front tap, so we could reach to water each transplant directly. Plus, with the soil damp and rather sticky, I needed to stop to wash the muck stuck on the rake, and even my shoes, before I could continue. While watering, I mostly wanted to use water pressure to settle the soil between the root balls and the walls of the holes that were done, and wash away any loose soil that fell onto the base of the stems. These have been in their pots for too long, and were quite root bound. With so many of them, we made no effort to address that, so anything that encourages them to start extending roots into the surrounding soil is a good thing.
Later on, I will go back and make narrow trenches around them, or build up soil walls, depending on how rough the ground it, so encourage the water to stay and get absorbed near the root balls, rather than draining away into the paths. Then, they will be mulched with wood chips.
The first image has the 21 freshly watered haskap bushes. In the background, you can see the trays of spruces. Now that I look at it more closely, I think there’s a dozen trays of seedlings. On the right of the photo, you can see the new row marked out.
You can also see just how huge these are!!!
In the second image of the slide show above, you can see a photo my daughter took when she was still just starting with digging the holes. We expect to find rocks and roots, but under this one, she seems to have hit a boulder. She could not get it out, at all. She did, however, find an “edge” around it. In the end, she went ahead and planted on top of it. The haskap should still be able to spread its roots to the sides and around the boulder.
Given that these have been getting neglected for some time, the owner of the greenhouse having become ill before passing away, we fully expect that some of these will not survive the winter. The next while is expected to be mild enough that they should start developing new roots, and they should be able to survive their first frosts. With so many of them, we should still get enough surviving to get decent harvests. My daughter even noticed a few of them already had berries!
This is such a HUGE boost to our food forest area. We had meant to get more haskaps, but this is enough that they could potentially bring in a market income in a year or two, even if half of them don’t make it. There is no way we could have afforded to buy this many through regular channels.
What we don’t know is what variety they are, or even if they are all the same variety. There could be several varieties in there. Nothing was labeled. Given this came from someone’s greenhouse dreams, I would expect there to be cross pollinating varieties in there. Expectations, however, don’t mean much!
It’s getting later now and I don’t know what time my brother and SIL are expected to arrive tonight. It may be while we are losing light again. Sunset, this time of year, it shortly after 7pm, so that wouldn’t be particularly late, either.
I was rather late in heading out this morning to feed the outside cats and do my morning rounds. A thunderstorm rolled in when I normally would have gone out and lasted a couple of hours.
We got a lot of rain in a very short time! The upstairs window started leaking again; the same one that used to leak a lot when the snow started to melt in the winter, before we got the new roof. This is the second time it has leaked during a heavy downpour. I’ve contacted my brother about it, since he had the warranty papers and was able to pass on details he thought the company would need. He’ll let me know what he gets back from the roofing company.
The usual low spots that were finally drained were full again. Even the inner yard had standing water all over the place. I was rather hoping to be able to mow the lawn or at least do some weed trimming. Lawn mowing was out of the question and likely will be for a while, but I did managed to get the weed trimmer going to clear the paths in the old kitchen garden. It’s higher there so no standing water there. I kept trimming until I went through all three batteries.
The lower eavestroughs are terribly full of elm seeds that are sprouting. None of us are able to get up to them safely with a ladder. Last year I got a cleaner brush that can be used from the ground. It came with two brushes, and the first one broke rather quickly.
The second one broke before I could get very far with the cleaning.
*sigh*
My daughter has been looking into hiring someone to do it for us. Someone with a lift or a harness… and insurance. Meanwhile, I’ve just ordered a hose attachment, but it won’t get here for a couple of weeks.
After failing to get much done on the eaves, I switched to working in the garden. There are a couple of things I want to get done. One of them is to work over the entire area that was supposed to be planted with corn to loosen the soil, then scatter sow the tillage radish seeds I got a while back as a cover crop. These can grow up to 6 feet long and should be able to force their way through the layers of gravel, sand and clay under our shallow top soil. They are left to freeze and die off over the winter. The decomposing radishes create channels and enrich the soil, and the leaves can be worked into the topsoil to compost in place. At least, that’s what I’ve read they can be used for. Over time, this area will be getting a combination of perennials, annuals that self seed and can be treated as perennials, and possibly some shorter, 12′ long raised beds. We’ll see.
The exposed ground that had been under the black tarp is starting to get taken over, even though it’s pretty compacted. I will work on that later. For today, I decided to work on the small bed where I’d planted the giant poppies. A few actually survived, but the area was being overtaken by weeds.
I forgot to take a “before” picture, so the first one in the slide show below is after I’d started clearing around one side of the poppies.
The second picture shows the area all cleared. The soil here is really, really good. I could dig into it easily with my bare hands. Which I needed to do to try and get as many of the tree roots as I could.
*sigh*
With more than half of this little bed empty, I decided to transplant into it. In the next image, you can see a couple of little sprouts. One of those was quite a bit smaller this morning, and the other was barely breaking the surface. They just sort of exploded in a few hours! So I figured, why not. These are Canary Yellow melons, with 80 days to maturity. I made sure to get a photo of the label, since I haven’t been labeling anything from my own transplants. I’m using my photos as a record of what things end up where.
We have about 60-70 days left to our average first frost date. At this point, I’m counting on that Super El Nińo giving us an extended growing season.
I transplanted them in protective collars, then mulched the whole bed heavily with straw. The soil was still moist from today’s deluge but, once the straw was down, I gave the bed a thorough watering, focusing more on getting the straw soaked through.
In the last photo, you can see one of the poppy buds. This variety can potentially get poppy heads the size of a softball. I don’t expect to get any that big, considering how relatively small the plants are right now, but it should be interesting to see how large they do get by the end of the season. I did get another packet of the seed when I thought none had survived, but plan to save seed from these, too. The seeds are edible, but there won’t be enough poppy pods to harvest for eating. There should be plenty of seeds to save for planting.
Unfortunately, by the time I was done with this, my pain levels had kicked in pretty high. Once inside, I was able to take some painkillers, hydrate and start this post while my daughters made supper – and brought some over to me so I didn’t have to get up again! That was much appreciated.
Today has turned out to be a fairly hot and muggy day. Depending on which weather app I look at, we’re either supposed to be raining right now (it isn’t) through to tomorrow, and then thunderstorm warnings for the next two days. Or, we will get scattered rain today, with more rain for a few hours, now and then, for the next two days. Once again, it looks like the more severe weather systems will go around us.
Our day started early, as my younger daughter and I needed to get to her blacksmithing workshop for 8am. We left an hour early, and just made it on time, partly due to skirting road construction and areas still damaged from the flash flooding. The road to the blacksmith’s acreage had visible damage, some of which has been repair, some still waiting to be patched. There were a couple of areas I could tell had been completely under water, with standing water and flood damage in the fields on either side.
When we got there, I started getting messages from the rescue about Sweetie. She is not doing well and bit someone again. They wanted to know when she can come back to us. After going over what we’ve got going on over the next while, it was worked out that someone will bring her here on Monday (today is Saturday). They did manage to get her spayed a week ago, so we will keep her in the isolation shelter for only a few days, so she can get used to the idea that she is back in familiar territory again.
My daughter’s workshop didn’t take as long as originally expected. There weren’t as many people signed up for this date, which is their only “build your own forge and take it home” workshop of the season, and only one person added the extra of including an electric blower to take home as well. My daughter wants a manual blower. In the end, the workshop was only about 2 hours instead of 4. When it was done, we loaded the table portion into the back of the truck and strapped it down, removing the firepot portion and putting that in the cab with the air duct for the blower. Then we headed to the smaller city nearby for a quick lunch and to pick up a few small things we would run out of before we do our next stock up shop on Tuesday.
Once we got home, we made some space for the forge in the side of the garage with my brother’s big riding mower and other equipment. Now, we need to build a structure for her smithy so set it up in permanently. In between, she wants to find a blower, and then get fuel.
With rain apparently on the way, I asked her to give me a hand with some maintenance in the garden. Plus, I had one Butterneck squash seedling to transplant.
The first bed we worked on was the summer squash. It was time to remove the protective collars. The finnicky part is lifting the netting high enough, without getting tangled up, to work in the bed. The “funnels” in between the groups of summer squash remain, as they get watered through those.
In the next image in the slide show above, you can see the fennel and chicory bed we worked on. The fennel was getting too tall for the netting, so we took it off, then added one more rod and connector to each hoop. The netting had been folded in half, but with the new height, we unfolded it before setting it back. There is still slack with the new height, but not very much.
In the next image, you can see the turnip, pole bean, daikon radish and onion bed we worked on next. The turnips and onions were getting crowded, so all the hoops here got on more rod and connector, too. We also took the opportunity to do some weeding, and add some straw for a mulch.
Once thing I’m concerned about with this bed is the red noodle beans. When I tried to grow them last year, they got to about the stage this year’s beans have reached now, and then… stopped. They never really got any bigger, and I never figured out why. I’m hoping that a different bed and consistent watering and fertilizing will help them grow. Once they get to when they can start climbing, we’ll take off the net set up a trellis. For now, though, there’s just no need.
This netting had also been folded in half and needed to be unfolded to fit over the new height, then secured. A job made much easier with my daughter to help!
The next image is something I’d actually done last night – I finally added a mulch in between the cosmos, marigolds and nasturtiums. The nasturtiums are quite small. They didn’t get very big last year, either, and I know they should be larger and fuller. No sign of any self-seeded memorial asters (I’m still unhappy that the seeds I saved indoors have disappeared), so the spaces are now all mulched.
In the last image, we have progress on the chain link fence bed. My daughter helped me raise the bottom half of the netting from end to end, securing it up so that I could work under it. After that, I could manage it on my own.
In one of the empty protective collars, I transplanted the single Butterneck squash seedling. Then I mulched with straw tightly around the collars, and carefully around the sunflowers. I also made sure not to cover the furrow I’d planted the super sugar snap peas, from our own saved seed. There are seedlings appearing now!
After the straw was in place, I carefully removed the protective collars. The mulch will protect them from the elements now. Last of all, the netting was set back down and reset nice and snug.
Once that was done, and everything was cleaned up and put away, I checked on some of the other beds. The high raised bed needs a straw mulch, too, but I’ll do that later. Hopefully, tomorrow. The short season corn is getting tall enough to mulch, too, I think. I checked on the more recent sowing of carrots. No seedlings yet, but the frogs do love hanging out under the boards protecting the carrot seeds! I didn’t notice any cucumbers coming up, yet. I checked the garden beds in the east yard, too, and was happy to see my last sowing of bush beans, in the small square raised bed, have started to germinate.
I really hope things start catching up soon. Staples like carrots, peas and beans all seem to be under the weather. The winter squash and melons aren’t doing well, either, but they’re not quite staples in the same way. The garlic is doing great, and scapes have started to form. I expect to be harvesting some in the next day or two. I’m really looking forward to those! The potatoes are starting to develop flowers, with one variety developing faster than the other. We should be able to start harvesting baby potatoes soon, if we wanted to.
So that is garden progress today. Mostly just maintenance. I’m really liking the flexibility of the hoop kits. I still plan to build more covers for the raised beds, but for now, these are doing just fine. Being able to make the hoops higher as needed really helps.
The surreal thing of the day has been the time. When my daughter and I were starting for home, it felt like 2 or 3 in the afternoon, but it was just coming up on noon. When I finished in the garden and did the outside cat feeding, I was sure it was well past 5. Maybe even 6. Instead, it was just barely 3 when I got in! Meanwhile, I can see outside my window, the sky getting darker and the wind blowing the maple branches, and I feel like it’s almost bed time… and it’s not even 4:30 as I write this!
It took a while, but it looks like we’re going to be having hot days consistently for the next while, with warmer nights than the cold that has been setting back the garden.
I was able to spend most of the day working outside. Even with the heat, it felt good!
I started off by finishing the weed trimming around the cat shelters and the south and west yards.
The down side is that the weed trimmer is loud enough I didn’t hear the message my husband sent me, letting me know the prescription delivery was almost here. Before putting the weed trimmer away, I stopped to clear around the step to the electricity meter. When that was done, I was hearing some strange metallic noises and could not figure out where they were coming from.
It was the delivery driver, squeezing through the gate with my husband’s prescription!
I met up with him and I let him know, the gate isn’t actually locked. It’s just a carabiner. We chatted for a bit – he lost some of his tomatoes to all the rain we’ve been having – while I opened the gate for him so he could see how it works. I explained that we’re making sure it stays closed right now, in case the renter’s cows get through the electric fence, so they don’t end up on the road.
After putting away the weed trimmer, I popped in to give my husband his meds, hydrate, then break out the riding mower. The south-west and west yards haven’t been done recently; my SIL did the south-east, east and north yards on the weekend.
One thing about the south west yard is, the grass is very dense there. The other thing is, it has not been infested with creeping Charlie. Which means the grass clippings were thick enough that they could actually smother the grass below, and that I can use these clippings as mulch.
When I was done with the mowing, I headed in for lunch. By the time I came out again, the heat and sun had already dried almost all the clippings! I was able to rake up and cram all of it into the wagon.
I had a single Arikara squash the germinated, and it was getting too big for the tray’s cells. I had a place prepared for it in the square raised bed, so I transplanted it there, gave the whole bed a good watering (no sign of the beans, yet), mulched it would grass clippings then, after I got the second photo in the slide show above, watered it again partly to moisten the grass a bit.
That done, I moved to the next bed.
This is the bed that we resown with spinach, chard, Hedou tiny bok choy from saved seed, and the last of our Uzbek Golden carrots. This bed already had strips of card board in between the sown rows, plus a strip over the carrot seeds to help keep them cool and damp until they germinate. If they germinate. There are old seeds.
I was very impressed when I got the cover off the bed.
There were SO MANY little bok choy seedlings! I think I even saw some spinach and chard trying to break ground. No sign of carrot seedlings yet, though. Too soon to expect to see any of those.
I very carefully laid the grass clipping mulch on top of the cardboard. Then everything got a watering before I put the cover back on, which is what you see in the second image..
Then it was time to move to the next bed, with the purple savoy cabbage. This one needed some extra work.
I’d pulled as many of the self seeded radishes as I could, finding more cabbage seedlings than I expected. There was still a lot of empty space, though. I used my little hand cultivator to clean up the gaps and weed, then thinned by transplanting some of the larger and stronger cabbage seedlings. The first image above is after the clean up and transplanting. I left some of the groups of seedlings, in hopes they will grow stronger and can handle transplanting,
That got a grass clipping mulch, too, doing my best not to bury the cabbages! Once mulched and watered, the cover was returned.
There was just a bit of the grass clippings left after this, so that got tossed onto the compost ring.
This all took a fairly long time so, when it was done, I headed back in for supper before getting back to it, this time to do the watering with the fertilize applicator. With our Dark Grey Zone soil, all this rain would have washed away quite a lot of the nutrients.
All together, these jobs took up most of the day, and the old bod is really feeling is right now. Just waiting on the pain killer to kick in!
I’m glad I got it all done, though. I’ll be out with our first stock up shopping trip in the city tomorrow, and then there’s my daughter’s workshop on Saturday, so I won’t be getting much done at home! I do need to visit her soon, though. She is no longer in quarantine. It will have to wait. With all the driving around I’ll need to be doing, I won’t be getting much else done over the next while.
I still have to edit the garden tour video I took. I’m just too tired to work on it today, though. I’m actually having a hard time writing right now, deleting partial sentences because I forgot what I was writing and I’m falling asleep at the keyboard.
We had another chilly night last night, with temperatures dropping to 7C/45F Today reached 22C/72F, but we’re supposed to drop to 7C/45F again, tonight! In fact, over the next while, our overnight lows are expected to be below 10C/50F more often that above.
Not good for the garden.
This morning, after doing my rounds, I started on transplanting the purchased plants. I decided to plant the butternut squash in the bed along the chain link fence.
Each pot had two plants in it, so I prepped four spots. Unfortunately, there was no way I could separate them without damaging the roots too much. So I kept them together. I plan to train them up the chain link fence, and/or the sunflowers. You can see some sprouted sunflowers in the bottom of the above images. These went into the middle third of the chain link fence, and the two varieties of sunflowers each got half the entire bed, so the seedlings coming up next to the butternut squash would be the Mammoth sunflower variety. Both varieties should have stems strong enough to support climbing vines, if they get a chance to get big enough, first.
That job went quickly. The next one took quite a bit longer.
The rest of the transplants were to go into the bed in the main garden area that I had to put the insect netting over, to keep the cats out of the exposed soil. Newly exposed soil. The first thing to do was to remove the netting and hoops. I made a point of spreading out the netting and folding it up right away, because it was rather breezy and I didn’t want it getting blown around and tangled up.
Next, I went over the bed with the garden fork to loosen the soil and get rid of any weeds. There were hardly any weeds, which was nice for a change.
Once the soil was loosened and leveled, I spaced out the cabbage transplants to be more or less a foot apart. Or, slightly more than the length of my trowel. As this bed only recently had the plastic cover removed, the soil didn’t get much chance to be rained on. Moisture drains away and disappears so quickly, I made the extra effort to deeply water the planting holes before the cabbages were transplanted. I also made sure they were slightly below grade, so that any water would drain towards the plants. The dozen transplants took up about half the bed. Once they were in the ground, that half of the bed got a thorough watering, not just the plants. Then I started cutting up pieces of cardboard to set around the transplants as a mulch, which also got a soaking. Finally, I added straw on top of the cardboard and thickly along the edges. Then the straw got a soak.
The cabbages need insect netting to protect them, but the rest of the transplants need insects for pollinating, so I set hoops up over the cabbages only. For the entire bed, I’d made 7 hoops, but used 5 over the cabbages. I used the extra rods and connectors to add one more rod to the hoops. This way, the hoops could cover the width of the bed, including the straw mulch, completely. For the netting, I set it so that the salvage edge of one side was at the base of the hoops along one side, and the excess length was at the end of the bed instead of the middle. After clipping the salvage edge to the hoops, close to the ground, I pulled things snug to clip the netting close to the ground at the other side. That left me with a lot of excess netting, which got pulled up over the top and clipped on the other side as far as it could reach.
It isn’t set up yet when I took the last photo in the slide show above, but I later added weights along the edges of the netting between the hoops, too. I didn’t want to use ground staples as, with the straw mulch in place, they get pulled up very easily.
That done, it was time to do the melons.
For this, I had a large, heavy duty card board box that I could use to cover the entire remaining half of the bed. I decided to lay it down and cut squares out where the melons would be planted, first. It got moved aside after that, so the soil could get a good watering. Then I laid the cardboard down to give it a thorough soak, turned it over to soak the other side, then turned it back again to soak it some more.
For here, I have one pot of watermelon and three of muskmelon. All have two transplants per pot but, as with the butternut squash, there was no way to divide them without damaging the roots too much. Which means I have six muskmelon in three spots and two watermelon in one spot.
As always, the planting holes got a deep watering, before the plants were added. Again, I made sure they were planted into a slight depression for water flow, then the whole area got watered again.
That done, the straw mulch was added, including in the area that has nothing planted in it. If I find more transplants worth buying, I have room. I would just need to push aside the straw mulch, then cut a hole in the cardboard below.
The straw got a very thorough watering. If the straw is too dry, it’ll act as a thatch.
That done, and everything put away, I wanted to get some trellis netting out of the garden shed. Which meant disturbing our little furry family.
Things had been knocked about by the raccoons, and the wrapped balls of netting were coming undone and getting caught on things, which meant it took a while for me to get them. In the end, I grabbed several different types of nets and the tomato cage they were getting hung up on, just to not disturb the raccoons to much.
They didn’t seem to care.
The mama didn’t move. She actually seemed to be asleep. The babies just watched me. No chittering. No getting upset or scared. Not even looking particularly curious. They just stayed snuggled up to Mom and watched me.
These buggers have no business being that cute. 😄
The netting got set aside for now; the peas in the trellis bed are getting tall enough that the trellis netting will soon be needed.
Once everything was done and set aside, I got changed to head into town. My younger daughter forgot to call in her meds for delivery on Thursday and she just ran out of one of them, so she called her refills in when the pharmacy opened which, on Sundays, is at noon. My older daughter sent me funds to pick things up at the grocery store, too.
After picking up the prescription refills, I made a point of heading to the cash desk, just to show the cashier that there was nothing owing on the meds. Along the way, I passed a new display of what turned out to be bouncy balls. I had no idea. All I saw were all these round critter faces looking at me. Including a hilariously adorable dragon, though it took some doing to figure out that it was a dragon.
It called to me.
They weren’t expensive, so I bought one for my daughter and hid it in her bag of prescriptions. She loves dragons, and I knew she would get a giggle out of it.
The cashier started chatting about today’s weather, and how we are finally supposed to not get rain for a while. Where she lives, the flooding was pretty bad, but not as bad as an area south of her that got 12 inches of rain in 6 hours.
12 inches.
30 cm.
In six hours.
That’s just insane!
No wonder highways were being washed away!
That done, it was off to the grocery store to pick up a few things, then home.
My daughter loved the dragon. She thinks it’s hilarious.
By the time I got back from town, it was time to feed the outside cats, so I quickly did that while my older daughter made supper. After supper, I headed back outside again. First thing was to break out the weed trimmer and clear the grass away from several rocks in the west yard, so I could see them and not high them with the riding mower.
I am so thankful to my brother for letting us use their push mower and little riding mower. The riding mower they gave us years ago still runs but, for some reason, doesn’t cut. The grass just bends – and my brother had sharpened the blade when he repaired the chain that kept falling off. Our push mower lost pieces and couldn’t be repaired. We don’t have the funds to replace the push mower, and we can’t figure out what’s wrong with the riding mower. Thanks to my brother, we can still do the mowing.
I was able to do most of the inner yard. As I was moving into the West yard, where all the cat shelters are, I spotted a huge raccoon coming out of the catio, where it was stealing food! Not the mama, but a bigger one; likely a big male.
I didn’t even try to mow around the main garden area, nor did I start on the outer yard. That will wait for another day.
Not tomorrow, though.
On the way into town, I took a quick side trip to find where our garage’s new location is. It was very easy to find, and our truck is parked under the shade of a tree. Tomorrow morning, I will take my brother’s car into town to pay for the repairs and get the key, but will leave the truck there. After the funeral and internment, we’ll be able to switch vehicles, but I don’t know if we’ll be able to do that before the garage closes. It’s unlikely my mother will be physically up to anything beyond the funeral itself, but we are working out the timing so that we all arrive together with my mother, who will be using her wheelchair for this outing. Hopefully, it won’t be too difficult for her to transfer into my brother’s vehicle.
I really hope things work out well tomorrow. A part of me still suspects someone that believed our vandal’s lies about us might make a scene and try kicking us out or something. We shall see.
Time to go to bed. Tomorrow is going to be a long day.
I’m going to catch up on the garden stuff before I write another post about yesterday’s bizarreness. I didn’t get home until well past midnight by the time it was all done!
Yesterday, some plans went out the window. I’d hoped to be able to get another bed ready to plant more short season corn, but I ended up focusing on watering, instead.
These are one grouping of summer squash. If I remember correctly, these are the Early Prolific Straightneck Squash. I’ll have to go through my photos to confirm, since I haven’t actually labelled anything yet.
Of the five varieties, all but one has a least one seedling growing.
I also saw that we have LOTS of the resown Daikon radish germinated, and even some of the Red Noodle beans were emerging already! The bush beans in the high raised bed and mostly come up and already have their true leaves, though a couple of them look like they got chomped. There is just a bit of stem above the seed leaves and that’s it. Which makes little sense, since the beds are protected by netting, so all the usual things that would eat them like that can’t get at them!
The last area I watered were the trees and bushes in our developing food forest. One of the mulberry trees now has lots of unfurled leaves, and I was happy to see that at least one of them survived. In looking at the other one, I thought it was dead, but there was a bit of green peaking at the base, partially covered by mulch. I cleared around and, sure enough, they were mulberry leaves! It has survived – barely!
I even found that one purple raspberry that survived last year has emerged. There is still a possibility we’ll have more of these, but it’ll take a few years!
To water the trees, I keep an old hose in the rain barrel that leaks. I connect the active hose to it to start filling the barrel while I use a watering can to water everything but the silver buffalo berry. I start off with the ones furthers from the barrel and, by the time I start watering the ones close to the barrel, it is usually almost full. I then unhook the hose and leave the barrel to slowly leak, giving the trees closest to it a deep watering in the process. As I was starting to water the closer trees and bushes, however, I noticed the water level was lower than usual. I lifted the hose end out of the water and saw the flow was very slow. There was almost no pressure.
So I unhooked the barrel hose (I love those quick connects!) and finished watering with what I could from the barrel, and messaged the girls to check the pump in the basement. As I took the active hose back to the main garden area, I turned on the nozzle and there was still very little pressure. Setting that hose where it belongs, I went to the front hose, and there was almost no pressure at all, and the tap for that hose is right next to the pump and pressure tank in the basement!
It turned out the girls were trying to do dishes, not realizing I was still watering. We were using water faster than the pump could refill the pressure tank.
We need to replace that pressure tank, but a tank the same size costs almost $500.
So that was in for the watering.
I had just gotten into the house when my mother phoned, and a couple of hours later, I headed out for what was supposed to be just a few hours, until our personal sword of Damocles fell. I’ll talk about that in my next post.
With brings me to what I managed to get done this morning. We’re supposed to get thunderstorms later today and tomorrow and rain for the next couple of days after that – though the forecast changes so often, who knows what will actually happen. The remaining tray of cucumbers, melons and winter squash that got decimated and resown had a few seedlings in it that I decided to transplant now.
The largest transplant was a Black Futsu. There was also one Gill’s Golden Pippin. From the melons, there were three Hale’s Best Jumbo, plus two little Tigger melons. The Hale’s Best were the only seedlings that survived the carnage we discovered when we moved the transplants out of the basement. Nothing else in the tray that were resown have germinated.
I might be buying winter squash transplants. We’ll see.
My husband had a lot of empty distilled water jugs for his CPAP dehumidifier set aside, so I grabbed seven of them and cut the tops and bottoms off to make more protective collars. I was able to loosen the netting and raise just the area I was working in, rather than the whole thing, which was nice. I started by loosening the soil, setting the collars in place, then giving the soil inside the collars a deep watering. While the water was left to be absorbed by the soil, I went and very carefully used a teaspoon to lift the seedlings out of their cells in the growing tray, as there was no way I could have lifted the cell tray to push them up from below, without disrupting all the other cells where things might still germinate.
I had set up the new protective collars in a line continuing from the luffa and gourds already there, just spacing them out a bit wider. Staring from near the luffa (still nothing germinating there), I transplanted the three Hale’s Best melon, then the one Gill’s Golden Pippin, the two Tigger melon, and finally the one Black Futsu. Then the netting got put back in place. It is very much needed! Even in the short time I had it up, there were cats checking things out in the bed, and I had to chase them away. Which I hated to do to cats we are urgently trying to socialize enough that we can get them spayed and neutered!
The transplants are protected now, by both netting and collars, and hopefully, they will survive.
I don’t expect I’ll be able to get much else done in the garden today, as I have my medical appointment this afternoon, and we’re also expected to hit 30C/86F, right around the time I’ll probably be returning home.
