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Adventures in gardening

As God is my witness, I’ll never cart soil again

I must be mad. Blame it on Titli Nihaan or Lambert.  I swore an oath when I moved into this new house that there would be raised beds.  I have a lot of yard and lots of sunshine.  There’s no reason why I can’t put some of it to agricultural use.  So, I watched a lot of YouTube videos and thought, that can’t be so hard.



Two raised bed kits and 1 cubic yard of topsoil mix later, the beds have been about 75% planted.  On the menu: Tomatos (early girl, roma, juliet, better boy, some weird pink german variety, patio and black cherry), peppers (red bell, yellow bell, poblano, jalapeño, mini sweet mix), beans (yellow, green, something else in a mix packet), peas (sugar snap, snow peas), lettuce (mesclun, endive, red leaf, my arugula is missing), radishes, green onions, eggplant, zucchini (for “Sneak a Zucchini on your Neighbor’s Porch Night”), and summer squash.

Will let you know if any of it comes to fruition.  Ha-ha!  Get it?  Ok, nevermind.  I’m exhausted.  You don’t even want to know what I had to do to get that soil from my driveway to the backyard.  And surprise, surprise!  There’s no outside tap for my hose in the backyard.  Nooooo, that would be too easy.  I have to hook together two hoses from my front yard.

Anyway, this whole ordeal has meant I have had to exercise my project planning and carry thru skills.  I’m out of practice.  It was challenging.  And since Brook is still in NJ finishing up school, she wasn’t here to help.  But I have a pair of gardening gloves just for her when she finally gets here.  Bwahahahahahahaaaahhhh!


Don’t let the shadiness fool you. Late afternoon is the only time this part of the yard gets shade.


12 Responses

  1. And yes, I have a beautiful yard. There is an area right outside the back door that looks like it will make a good herb garden, as soon as I remove some gigantic hostas.

    • Don’t remove, relocate.

      • Also, see if you can find out the variety. They might be heritage types someone would want and can no longer buy..

      • See, I would relocate if I liked hostas. But I don’t. Maybe a few here and there are Ok but I don’t want them to be the feature of every fricking flower bed. I’m not sure I’m conveying the whole hosta situation adequately. Imagine Audrey from Little Shop of Horrors replicating herself all around the house and then growing to gigantic proportions. I’m not really in the mood to relocate. I’m more in the ripping the fuckers out stage. Even if I only remove half of them, there will still be an overabundance of hostas.

    • It looks like a really good start RD!

  2. Dinner tonight: Sicilian style pizza from Della Salles pizza on Verona Rd. If you blink you’ll miss it. Cash only. Best pizza in Pittsburgh since forever.

  3. !!!! It all sounds wonderful! And looks great. I bought some gardening gloves last week and it really helped as we bundled the last of our broken branches.

    Maybe we should start having Saturday Farmers Markets here?

    • Ok, I’ve already got 8 zukes I can’t eat. Getting behind on kale, cabbage, oregano and chard. Only one tomato so far, but I expect more soon. The snails have wiped out the beans. Anyone wanna buy some zucchini?

  4. There’s a great true story about a black woman in Mississippi who was determined to win the prize for the best lawn in town. She bought two truckloads of topsoil and put her two teen aged boys to work. Eddie and Walter loaded soil into wheel barrows, carted it, unloaded it, spread it, seeded it, watered it and spent their whole summer working.

    At the end of the summer, each of the boys had added 20 pounds of muscle. Mrs. Payton won the prize. The boys suddenly were football stars. Each not only got college scholarships but played in the NFL. Walter held the pro record for most career yards rushing for decades despite being only 5 feet ten and 198 pounds. He was never the fastest guy either but even more to Mrs. Payton’s credit, one of the greatest football players ever was universally known as Sweetness for his sunny personality.

    I’ve always felt that the story has Tom Sawyer possibilities in a football crazy area like, say, western Pennsylvania.

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