Just because the flowers are done for the season it doesn’t mean that the garden is done for the season, or better said, the gardener isn’t done for the season. I have been very busy.
The garden is now completely put to bed. All the beds have had their leaf compost added with the old wood chips full of happy mycelia strewn on top so nothing blows away. The perennials have been cut back, two new rows are in the process of being created. First, the area has been killed with black plastic, which only takes a week or two in the summer, then it is puled back, cardboard is laid on top, then old mulch leaves for a couple of inches, the a very thin layer of the old wood chips. In the spring, the beds can be shaped, and my new project started. Yup. New growing project.
That project took about two days, then organizing the flower shed. It sadly no longer looks rustically floral, but at the moment it’s a clean storage shed. All the drip hose is put away, the netting is bagged and put away, the flower benches are stored. Tools hung, buckets washed and the flower cans as well.
Then. Today, Steve and I drove down to a flower farm west of Scranton PA, a mere six hours away, to pick up 45 bulb crates. Was it worth all the hours on the road? Damn straight. At least I have the crates to now grow the forced tulips in when they arrive mid December. That is itself if a huge burden off my mind. Do I have enough? Well, I would never turn down the possibility of another 150, but at the moment what I have, with the input of some very gracious and generous friends, I will get the forced tulip crop going.
I know, you are all busting at the seams to know what is in store for this week. Seed ordering. I wanted to start it last week on the rain day, but I took a mental health day and really did nothing that day, so this week. Seeds. What do I have, what do I need, and what do I want? It has to make some money, but I do like the unusual that really make your flower arrangements sing and lets me be arty farty.
Until next week. Allie