Raised Beds Complete


My trio of garden beds are finally complete, and just in time too. I now have an empty compost pile and the entire chicken pen floor has been dug out at least a foot deep.

I keep trying to get cheap wood chips from local tree companies for the pathways and chicken pen, but it seems everyone else has the same idea and I’ve had zero luck. The cheapest I can find them for sale is $20 a yard plus $100 delivery, which would make a single truckload cost around $400 and I’ll probably need two to last me the year. I’m pretty close to buying my own wood chipper and putting up an ad for tree pruning services!


Everything I planted in the first bed is really taking off and if you scoop any of the material out it’s totally chock full of worms. I have one of my young does living over the unfinished beds while I work on them so she can fertilize. Once winter rolls around again I’ll probably try to install rabbit cages over every bed. Might as well get the manure where you want it without the shovel.


I also potted up my baby tomatoes today. I had three out of the four varieties I planted germinate well, even the old Prudens Purple seeds from 2008! When I told the seed company about it, they said tomato and pepper seeds can last a decade or more if stored in cool, dry conditions. Wow!


The lacinato kale is also feeling frisky and setting flowers. I’m looking forward to another boatload of seeds like last year, this will be my second variety. Kale is such a workhorse in the garden.





Gardening: A Retrospective


Poppies are one of my favorite perennials

I realized the other day that I never write about gardening on this blog, even though it’s a big part of my life and one of the main reasons I bought my own house and yard.

Throughout my apartment-dwelling life I’ve had many container gardens. One particularly nice one was in Halifax, Nova Scotia during my university days. It was on a modestly sized sunny balcony on the second floor of a huge heritage house. That was probably the garden I was most proud of… It was packed with poppies, nasturtiums, delphiniums, a giant dill plant, violas, sweet alyssum and wildflowers. I used to sit out there in the sunshine with my cats with butterflies and bees flying around everywhere and feel like a pretty damn good gardener.

Switch it up to my previous ground level place in Vancouver, British Columbia which had a great 40 by 6 foot outdoor patio area that was unfortunately in deep shade for most of the day. A lot of the plants I knew how to grow well withered away in that shade, although a few I expected not to survive surprised me. Like my giant sequoia redwood tree which has been toughing it out in the same pot for going on ten years now. (Where on earth do you plant a giant redwood on a normal urban lot?)

Luckily around the end of my stay there I was able to glean myself a community garden plot at the elementary school down the street. I had what seemed to me like a huge, 10 by 10 foot raised bed, stuffed to the brim with amazing rotted manure and compost. And weeds.


This is what my community garden plot looked like before I took it over


And here it is after

It was a beautiful sight! Without doing hardly anything other than the initial weeding, including not staking my indeterminate tomatoes, my vegetables were producing madly. I think other community members were probably watering my plot sometimes which I’m sure helped and was very nice of them.

Sadly, in the part of town I was living in, you were lucky if you were able to harvest anything out of your community plot before someone else did. It was always a gamble between letting something ripen for one more day, and it being gone. I had to improvise by planting unusual varieties like Aunt Ruby’s German Green Tomato, which fooled thieves into thinking the tomatoes were still unripe. It turned out to be one of the best things I’ve ever done, because they are now one of my favorites, (much more flavorful than any reds I know), and I grow them every year.

I also employed psychological warfare which worked pretty well, despite many strange questions from fellow gardeners.


In retrospect, I should have added an official-looking logo of some kind…

One time, my entire beautiful huge row of beets were taken all in one night. Another time, my whole big, bushy chive plant was razed to the ground, along with everyone else’s. Then there was the time I actually caught red-handed the person who had been doing most of the pilfering: an elderly chinese woman who I had been helping to carry water and move compost to her plot for months. It was a crushing experience. After that, I just didn’t have the heart to grow anything there anymore.

But now I have my own garden in my own yard with a great big fence around it and two guard dogs. Someone taking something out of my yard without my consent is not going to happen.

When I moved here two years ago there were really no gardens at all save for a weak attempt to “landscape” the front with a few ill-fitting shrubs. The weed-packed yard had been mostly neglected save for two sad, old dwarf apple trees in the back. One of my top priorities upon moving in was getting gardens dug and plants in. I had visions of so much food that I would be producing with all this new space… Tomatoes, peppers, potatoes, beets, spinach, mustard greens, strawberries, asparagus, artichokes, celery, carrots, herbs, onions, tomatillos, sunchokes…

After hours of backbreaking work removing sod and tilling over what looked like amazing soil, I had a garden that year. But it was a pitiful one. Despite the addition of some rabbit manure; with the protective surface layer of grass gone, my amazing-looking soil baked in the sun, became hydrophobic and a total weed magnet. I got something of a harvest that year, but the rabbits and chickens were thrown far more weeds than I ever had of tomatoes or peppers.

Now I’ve made some important changes around here. I think I’m finally getting the hang of things. In many ways, the traditional rules of gardening were always somewhat counter-intuitive to me, and I’ve discovered that when I simply follow the guidelines that I observe working in nature, I end up with much better results. I’ve learned a lot over the years and I’m ready to do things right. I don’t want to be constantly weeding and watering, I don’t want to use chemicals, and I don’t want to shell out money for things like manure or mulch.

Check back soon for part two of this post, where I talk about what I’m doing with my gardens now. Thanks for reading!