I had to get down and dirty yesterday… it was time to refurbish my raised planters. The planters had been sorely neglected whilst my bum knee was making my life in general difficult and my gardening, specifically, impossible.
The vines and pine needles had taken over and I feared the planters were a lost cause.
Out came the hedge shears and loppers, and my handy-dandy pruner. I had a bow rake, a hand rake and spade, and a shovel. I donned my gloves and hat, dowsed myself in bug repellent and hacked my way through the jungle.
I filled one large, black yard trash bag, and a wheelbarrow. A pile of errant trees lies in the backyard waiting to be transferred to the front for pickup. I may have one of my menfolk take care of that considering the little surprise I found last time I hauled brush.
The planters are located in the southwest corner of my backyard and don’t get direct sun. They are – hopefully – well-suited for winter vegetables – arugula, lettuce, spinach, cabbage, maybe some carrots, and for me, some bok choy.
I tried planting tomatoes. I never had trouble growing tomatoes until I moved to Florida. It’s a dismal failure. Full sun, partial sun, partial shade, full shade… tomatoes hate me.
Alas… that’s what farmer’s markets are for, amirite?
Now, all I need to do is aerate the soil and add a little more dirt. Hopefully, the results will be an ample supply of salad fixin’s this fall and winter.
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