Summer Hiroshima Moon
More doing. A couple of weeks ago our dogs, imagining we were bored, I think, decided to dig under the orchard fence rather than vault over it where I had put the electric fence. Thing is, they succeeded.
(a 2010 effort, getting ready for the Olympic digging)
The first route underneath resulted in a shallow cave under the second of two blueberry mounds that we have, leaving them in danger of collapse. That was when it was too hot to move, so indolence carried the task through until today. Got out the shovel and reversed the dog’s action carried out with their two front feet. If it was Vega and Rigel, and I’m sure it was, then they probably took turns, as I have seen them do numerous times. One gets tired, the other steps in to continue the task. Two big dogs can move a lotta sand fast that way.
Digging underneath the fence requires a different strategy than electric fence since I don’t want to run a low wire-rope. Too much trouble with plants, snagging, that sort of thing. My method in this instance is to bury chicken wire after having wired it to the larger mesh we have between the wooden rails. This works.
The California fence that we had put in for the vegetable garden, five foot tall chain link in
black with red cedar posts, top rails and bottom boards, would have worked better here, too, but we didn’t choose it.
(California fence)
Also collected the onions whose tops had fallen over, the sign for harvesting, put up the old screen door on supports in the near garden shed and laid out this year’s yellow onion crop for drying. After about a week they’ll go downstairs into our small root cellar simulacrum. The yellows keep best. Reds don’t keep at all; whites in between.
Finished weeding the mounds around our fruit trees and the blueberry patches, helped Kate start the mower and came in. Kate came in a few minutes later to say she had disturbed the ornery bees. Two stings. We have one hyper-vigilant colony and one almost somnolent. Odd.
