In time for planting
The dog was keen to come along this morning. I wanted to test the premise that the seasons are changing; what better way than to get outside and walk around the yard? That’s what we did, taking the time to admire the mud (in places) and pretend to ignore the hares. And with the tour completed, we (no, not the dog) reconsidered the eventual placement of the garden experiment.
First of all, we have a lot more room than at the last address, so there’s no need to juxtapose everything. Perhaps the garden could be away from the front door… and with some consideration of sun and shadows, and the length of our combined garden hoses, a compromise was achieved. The six planter boxes will now go over to the east of the car parking area, on a section of ground that lacks lustre. Grassy lustre.
In early afternoon, after a planning sprint and a redraw of plans, we headed down the road to consult with the soil and gravel guy. He’s got the goods, and the equipment to save us days of work with a shovel and barrow. He looked things over, and offered to stop in and see just how big a job we had on offer (not big at all, as it turns out). With an acceptable quote offered, he decided to wait for a week or two, just to dry things out a bit. And then, he’ll stop by, some sunny afternoon, and install a gravel pad. Just in time for planting season.
