Fall Waning Blood Moon
Back to the gnashing of teeth. When I went out to plant the garlic this morning, I discovered Vega and Rigel had decided to become gardeners, too. They dug up beds, they dug up around beds. They moved a lot of soil, none of it in a constructive manner.
This almost made me cry. After some unpleasant words and gestures, a bit of stomping around, I called Dan the fence guy and said, “Dan, I need another fence.” When he finishes, this yard will have more fence than many cattle ranches. It will take days just to walk the fence line. And this all inside an acre and a half.
Anyhow, I planted the garlic, covered them with six inches of straw and protected them with left over chain link fence. Later in the day I mulched the parsnips, which will over winter along with the garlic, and the carrots. I’m going to try storing them in the ground with a heavy mulch to protect them. In theory, then, I can go out in the middle of winter and harvest fresh carrots.
The potato harvest is now in, too. I dug up the Viking Purples (no kidding) and the rest of the white potatoes, washed them off and left them in a large plastic boxes to cure. They stay at room temperature for two weeks, then downstairs to the coolest storage we have. That’s outside the house at the bottom of the basement stairs, but still inside the garage.
Got some nice feedback today on my organization skills for the Sierra Club and on my writing from a fellow Docent. Also, a good nap. That all helped.
Big dogs bring big problems and big rewards. Can’t get one without the other.
