|Farmer Henry, none the worse for wear.|
We have an overgrowth of bamboo that we like to pretend isn't there most of the time. We don't have to look at it often, since it doesn't really do anything but hide a clear view of our backyard from the street. This is a good thing.
|I see this stuff as bane of our existence.|
Henry sees it as building material and
future fishin' poles for Rosemary.
After Henry was released from the heretofore mentioned imposed vacation, he set about hackin' down some of this bamboo. Then he cranked up his power tools, and went to work. Here's what happens when he gets left alone by his wife for a while, and has nothing but time on his hands.
|Plotting things out.|
|The first four areas for the square foot garden plan.|
Each bed will contain groups of companion plants, including
those designed to keep pests at bay.
Last week's garden report mentioned Henry's amazing compost pile, and we have been fielding requests to show that that looks like, exactly. By popular request, here 'tis!
When Henry tilled the garden, he worked in virtually all the yield in the compost pile. What you see here is mostly grass clippings from his having cut the yard a week or so ago. We keep an old Folger's coffee canister near the kitchen sink and all cast off produce, egg shells, coffee grounds, and tea bags, go into it. That gets dumped in when it's full, and there's a handy pitchfork that even I have used on occasion (okay, once) to work it all in good. Nothing around this house goes to waste if Farmer Henry gets his way.
I offer this as proof:
|Even the sticks from my beloved Mayfield Banana Popsicles are called into service~|