Accidental melon farmers

So we have a bunch of random shit sprouting up in the garden. I’m guessing it’s from seeds in the compost heap. 

Whatever it is, apparently we are accidental melon farmers now.

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How does your garden grow?

As I wandered around yesterday morning before work, I noticed some strange shit happening in my garden.

Something is disappearing my corn plants. 

We think it’s dogs. Mr B”s daughter’s new doberman puppy is snazzy as hell, and just romps around wherever the urge strikes him to go.

I also noticed that random shit is sprouting wherever it feels like sprouting.

I even have corn sprouting in my row of peas.

Like, I don’t even know what some of this shit is, because it looks like nothing we’ve tried to plant here since we started trying to grow our own food.

At least my pea plants are thriving.

I guess this random shit is sprouting from seeds of whatever backdoor food got tossed in the compost heap. It’s random, weird, and interesting all at once.

Part of me wants to just spread some compost around a patch of unsowed earth to see what springs up, but I really don’t have time for that. I’ve got Serrano peppers to deal with, peaches to deal with, pears to deal with, laundry to do, and a house to build. I’m exhausted just thinking about it.

Final note: my boss has returned home, safe & sound. He would probably still be trapped down there or even dead if it weren’t for the kindness of a stranger named Manuel who sheltered and fed my boss and then drove him home to Dallas when no rental cars could be found anywhere. Whoever & wherever you are, Manuel–thank you. You are a shining example of the best of humanity. #houstonstrong

Fall garden

Mr B finally got done moving dirt where we wanted to plant a fall garden. Sunshine, Biff, and I got out there and got the dirt mounded up so we could plant the corn for the sisters method of planting. 

We used some of the old compost heap to enrich the soil. I call it the “ooey gooey”.

We also planted a row of cow peas  (aka black eye peas) and a row of chard.

In a week or two, after the corn has sprouted, we’ll go back and plant the squash, beans, and Rocky Mountain bee plant in the mounds with the corn.

I’m just glad we finally got the fall garden started.  It’s been so frustrating watching the destruction of a garden full of plants that were producing food. I’m ready to see things growing there again, because I’m tired of looking at the giant dirt scars Mr B has left everywhere with his obsession and compulsion to move dirt.

Waiting game

Some time ago, when the garden was in full swing, producing lots of food, Mr B asked when he would be able to plow it all under so he could level the area to prevent standing water. I told him that December & January  would be perfect,  since nothing would be growing, producing, or planted during that time.

Side note: we’re ignoring the fact that the garden only held water because Mr B extended the distance between rows and therefore had to extend the length of the rows which led to the garden covering a low spot that held water which means that now Mr B is having to solve a problem that he created that isn’t going to be a problem in the future since the garden won’t be extending through that low spot anymore… when you’re a carpenter with a hammer, all problems look like nails to you. Mr B is a Tasmanian devil with a fleet of tractors so all problems look like dirt that needs to be moved. I digress…

By the end of July, the entire garden full of plants that were producing food had been destroyed so he could move dirt. He then made some rows and commenced working on something else. 

So here I sit today, staring at rows made by Mr B that he says need to be tilled.

I’m not sure why I need all these tilled rows, since we are doing are significant portion of this fall garden with the four sisters. The four sisters (corn, squash, beans, and Rocky Mountain bee flower) get planted in mounds that are 2′ in diameter and 18″ tall.

It’s like he can’t stand NOT micro-managing every aspect of all the things. All. The. Things. It would be endearing if it didn’t cause so much chaos. It would be cute if it didn’t mean that projects that he doesn’t prioritize get left undone. It would be funny if it weren’t so frustrating. I digress.

Ultimately,  I wind up in a place where Sunshine is actually ready and willing to help me with gardening,  and we’re on hold because a carpenter with a hammer sees only nails.

Final note: this afternoon,  my garden is being planted, whether Mr B has moved to dirt he thinks need to be moved or hasn’t gotten to it.