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ursulas_alcoveThe weather turned cold. Tonight's low is 27 and tomorrow's is 25. I moved the potatoes into the garage. Some are in the front hallway. The hallway is stacked with plants. Things I already put into the ground got a frost blanket. That alone is a lot of work.
The day started with me potting a lot of my seedlings. I planted 8 foxglove into small pots. I was going to do more with transplanting the tomatoes, but the tree service arrived. It was a three ring circus. They had a bucket contraption that moved via hydraulics, with a man towing it up the hill. Four guys in all showed up with two different sets of equipment. The bucket system was towed on a truck. I think that truck also carried the logs away. The second was the chipper, towed behind an empty truck for the chips. They took up the whole street. They worked meticulously from 8 am and finished just after noon. All this was done in my neighbor's yard, with their permission. The tree service gladly cut the walnut for me as well. I asked for the trunk for posts. The branches were neatly removed. When I mentioned that I had wanted a chip drop, they obliged me. I got about a half a truck dumped in the driveway. More was impossible as the tilt of the truck would have hit electric lines. It's enough.
Pieces of the tree are very wet and heavy. A few I will keep as seats for around my fire ring. They need to dry before I can move them. They are lining my driveway. Meanwhile, I got to work when they left. Some of the chips spilled onto the other neighbor's grass. He worships his grass. I took care to start there and move as much as I could from that side; then raked the grass. We will all be mowing our grass after the cold snap. I'll try to get my mower out there first in case of destructive chips, hidden beneath the long blades of grass. Some of the chips are heavy enough to be like rocks. The sun will dry them soon enough.
The mound is high. If I had the privilege of leaving it, it would easily compost fast. Unfortunately, I need my driveway soon. Chrono's first show is Easter weekend. Right now the vehicles are on the street. I can only move so many chips at a time. I lined one path, thick to prevent weeds for the mail carrier. Tomorrow I will line my circle around the dead tree in the mandala garden, IF the chips aren't frozen solid. Suppose to hit 38 but you never know.
Mulberry is a bright yellow inside, similar to osage orange but it doesn't yield a permanent dye. It was like creating a yellow-brick road in the garden. I hope there is enough for both the front and back garden paths. After multiple trips with my 5 gallon pail, I stopped to hydrate and have a late lunch. Afterwards, the beds I already planted had to be covered. I need more clothespins. I did my best with bricks and boards. I used what clothespins I could find. The blueberries are covered. The strawberries are covered. The spinach/cabbage bed is covered. The onions are covered, both beds. You'll have to excuse me, no pictures today. I am tired.
The back is wide open and lets in so much light. What a transformation! More with pictures on Wednesday. Tomorrow is a medical appointment day.
The day started with me potting a lot of my seedlings. I planted 8 foxglove into small pots. I was going to do more with transplanting the tomatoes, but the tree service arrived. It was a three ring circus. They had a bucket contraption that moved via hydraulics, with a man towing it up the hill. Four guys in all showed up with two different sets of equipment. The bucket system was towed on a truck. I think that truck also carried the logs away. The second was the chipper, towed behind an empty truck for the chips. They took up the whole street. They worked meticulously from 8 am and finished just after noon. All this was done in my neighbor's yard, with their permission. The tree service gladly cut the walnut for me as well. I asked for the trunk for posts. The branches were neatly removed. When I mentioned that I had wanted a chip drop, they obliged me. I got about a half a truck dumped in the driveway. More was impossible as the tilt of the truck would have hit electric lines. It's enough.
Pieces of the tree are very wet and heavy. A few I will keep as seats for around my fire ring. They need to dry before I can move them. They are lining my driveway. Meanwhile, I got to work when they left. Some of the chips spilled onto the other neighbor's grass. He worships his grass. I took care to start there and move as much as I could from that side; then raked the grass. We will all be mowing our grass after the cold snap. I'll try to get my mower out there first in case of destructive chips, hidden beneath the long blades of grass. Some of the chips are heavy enough to be like rocks. The sun will dry them soon enough.
The mound is high. If I had the privilege of leaving it, it would easily compost fast. Unfortunately, I need my driveway soon. Chrono's first show is Easter weekend. Right now the vehicles are on the street. I can only move so many chips at a time. I lined one path, thick to prevent weeds for the mail carrier. Tomorrow I will line my circle around the dead tree in the mandala garden, IF the chips aren't frozen solid. Suppose to hit 38 but you never know.
Mulberry is a bright yellow inside, similar to osage orange but it doesn't yield a permanent dye. It was like creating a yellow-brick road in the garden. I hope there is enough for both the front and back garden paths. After multiple trips with my 5 gallon pail, I stopped to hydrate and have a late lunch. Afterwards, the beds I already planted had to be covered. I need more clothespins. I did my best with bricks and boards. I used what clothespins I could find. The blueberries are covered. The strawberries are covered. The spinach/cabbage bed is covered. The onions are covered, both beds. You'll have to excuse me, no pictures today. I am tired.
The back is wide open and lets in so much light. What a transformation! More with pictures on Wednesday. Tomorrow is a medical appointment day.
