Garden Report 20.11.28
Not much is happening. Every third day (four if weather permits and not too mucky) I rake out the aviary of the spent straw and give the chickens a couple of flakes to play in (sprinkle some scratch in to make it really exciting!). That equates to a barrow full of muck each event so I am layering in the spent to compost in place around the garden and paths. The eggs are a wee bit sporadic but still getting at least one a day. We are up to getting a couple of bucket of sand every week now to give them something a bit more ‘fluffy’ to dust bath in (it goes under the hutch).
The seeds I saved from the small personal size butternut ... disappointing. Most are not filled. There are a few that are questionable so there is still hope. With winter fast approaching, there is so much moss again. Everywhere. Moss where moss shouldn’t be ...
I am hoping that maybe we can get the fruit trees pruned early this year. Been having a few set backs so I really want that done tout suite and check it off the list. Seeing if I can get a work party together under the covid radar to set those slip forms and stones ... there is no way that is going to be transferable in this frozen air ... if the damn thing can figure out businesses, curfews and borders it will have the sense to be tucked in and out of the cold n frozen. Guesstimation: One day frame up and to the place forms. Day Two to place and pour stone and cement. After a week or two of curing, the forms can come down as the roof and glass in frames set. That will probably run into January late as no one wants to get that sort of physical activity over the holidays.
I should take pictures of my seed box project I decoupaged. I was given a plastic hanging file box -- I don’t know how my youngest destroyed it by “sitting a pizza” on it but that is why it is in the rubbish bin and I decorated a pasteboard boot box. I don’t know how that child destroys things (and neither does she) but it seems to be a secret power that neither of us know how to contend with other than ‘can ye be a bit more careful this time, love?’ Like practice makes perfect? Maybe she will outgrow it? idk