Cock-a-doddle doo! Seriously that is how Vito the rooster sounds, but his alarm is late around 9:00 a.m. . I try to grab a moment of sleep behind the greenhouse, that doesn't work. I am tired. The peppers are starting to become apparent in the heritage garden, as I weed around them this morning. I find a few large Beaver Dam peppers, that are either squashed, or off the vine. Seeds can be collected from these for storage.
I guess Meg was milking the cow, I didn't see her even though I was working only thirty yards away. By the time I got up to the new bed in the poly tunnel, she was already there weeding the turnips.
We then pulled some squash and cucumber plants that were on their way out, possibly due to old age. They were destroyed by bugs, and as we pull back the plastic mulch I see the soil underneath is dead as can be. How do you bury the soil when it dies? I suppose I can answer that, with mulch. Six inches will do.
Finally a row of cauliflower is planted.
I guess Meg was milking the cow, I didn't see her even though I was working only thirty yards away. By the time I got up to the new bed in the poly tunnel, she was already there weeding the turnips.
We then pulled some squash and cucumber plants that were on their way out, possibly due to old age. They were destroyed by bugs, and as we pull back the plastic mulch I see the soil underneath is dead as can be. How do you bury the soil when it dies? I suppose I can answer that, with mulch. Six inches will do.
Finally a row of cauliflower is planted.
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