Recklessly responsible, that’s me, Dear Reader, there is a methodical stupidity in my gardening endeavours that I may yet trademark and sell as a lifestyle brand, for now I refine the very essence of Jackness. The garlic I hung above a portable dehumidifier in the hopes of saving it for replanting has been planted, if I see another harvest then…wait, do I need to plant it three times to get it acclimatised? Much like the asparagus this may yet break my heart…I should dig up the crowns and replant those too…where was I, Dear Reader? I have too much to do and very few windows of time in which to do it, what I’m doing at any given time is unclear, but I am busy. To busy, there’s a fine weather spell in the cards for a few days and I need to fit months of work in. Wish me well, Dear Reader, I’m smart enough to know what I do, but stupid enough to carry on regardless.
There are solutions to most problems, but whether they’re actually work using is wholly up to debate, today I sifted he gravel I’ve been using for cement into fine grains and, well, gravel I guess. I could bought more, but why? I could’ve asked…no, no one, so here I am with divided bags and a few moulds, cake mould, coming soon. Did I make this problem to solve myself, Dear Reader? Maybe. I’m currently amending pots, that are still saturated despite the warm, dry weather, they really show how wet the weather has been, the rain barrels are emptying, they’ve been refiled nonstop for the last few months. I need to make a stand for the sixth and am tempted to use concrete, but considering the weight of the small hollow pot that might be ill advised. I do have my moments, Dear Reader, my compost bins are always ready when I need them, just right for adding to resting pots. The sheer volume of life is each scoop can be staggering, once you get over the grossness, it’s just decomposed vegetable waste, and paper, so same in a different guise, but you need to look at the work tat goes into making it, me on one end, the garden producing on another, the teeming multitude of living organisms within the bins all chugging along, it might be unattractive, but it has it’s own beauty in its inherent value. They don’t call it black gold for nothing, Dear Reader.
So, Dear Reader, for the nonce I have work to do, Winter is looming and that’ll require filling, but I’ll look to what I have currently, all going well, my Winter will be filled with post-surgery healing, thanks to a comment from a dear Reader I’ve started stocking up on foods for during and after, funnily though I didn’t want a repeat of the hectic rush of last time, I never thought to start now it’s funny how the mind deals with things isn’t it? I’ll slowly stockpile what I’ll need, and more besides, taking what I can from the garden to supplement the stockpile, it hasn’t been a good year for the freezer, I still have pesto from last year, but I had hardly any basil this year, it’s currently in limbo, whether it’ll live or die is honestly impossible to say, I’ll hold out hope Dear Reader. In gardening you have to plant by the assumption the year will be pleasantly and bountiful, while also planting with the notion that it will be awful and you need as many backups as possible. Gardening is a very surreal experience at times, Dear Reader, but it gives me a space to be me, which is nice. Until later, Dear Reader, take care.