Living here on this 140 year old farmstead never gets old….
I was out in the garden/orchard just now soaking it all in.
The temps this morning are in the mid 60’s, there is a light breeze. Great way to start the weekend.
I’m already working on my 2nd pot of coffee. 🙂
First thing that caught my eye this morning in the garden is the difference in size between the potato plants I’d planted in the older portion of the garden bed and the potato plants, growing in a fresh mulch. I learned a couple of years ago, that fresh wood chips (and anything else that is just starting to break down), will actually suck the nitrogen out of the soil as it breaks down, short term. Plant something in these areas and they will struggle. The struggling potatoes looked half the size as their neighbors , and were slightly discolored. I thought I’d made allowances so that wouldn’t happen, but apparently, not enough.
Live and learn.
A garden is my laboratory.
I’ve told you that before, right? 🙂
I think sometimes about the collective wisdom of older generations. Too often things like this don’t get passed along to the next generation, which is why I keep those various 3 ring binders on the book shelf, in case you’re ever interested, feel free to thumb through them.
Anyway, so I took some of the ripe compost from the compost pile and amended the soil around 1/2 of the struggling plants this morning. It will be fun to see if it makes any difference.
I filled the buckets of compost with my bare hands. 🙂
I sure did.
Did it on purpose too.
Would never have done that five years ago. The more I learn about the connections between healthy soil and our personal health, the more intrigued I become.
There are physical and mental health benefits that come along with working in the soil.
Check out these articles if you doubt me :-):
When I went to check on the bee hives, there were just a handful of honey bees coming and going. Most of the hive was still inside.
As I stood there, (maybe 4 or 5 feet behind the hive) I could here the hum of tens of thousands of tiny wings. I felt like I was standing on a WW 2 aircraft carrier listening to airplanes getting ready to take off.
It was the sound of power.
Well, sounds like I’m starting to wax a little philosophical, so I’m going to wrap this one up.