Let’s see what’s going on in the garden.
A proper understanding of how big my house and garden are hit me about two weeks ago.
When we moved in, we were both employed, and we hired someone to trim and repair things as we needed. We did a little remodeling and painting but little if any preventive maintenance.
Now that I’m here all day long with little extra cash for hiring help, I’ve taken a close look, and there’s A LOT of work to be done. I was overwhelmed for about a week. The result was not work, but reading.
I read my journals from Mexico. I remembered I know how to garden, which was reassuring. And that I can fix all kinds of things with just sticks mud, sweat and perseverance. I was reminded that a good deal of what I accomplished while living in Mexico, I did alone. I give him most of the credit, Felipe is a rock star, but he was often working; he had his fires to put out or was too exhausted to care about every need of our homestead. I could not have done without him, but I did become quite self-reliant.
If you don’t journal, I recommend it. To have a written history available to you, biased or not, is invaluable. Buoyed by my records, I got back to work.
The first thing I did was clean and organize the bodega. I found essential tools I thought I was going to have to buy. The machetes need sharpening, I’ll give it a shot with my stone, but I think they need a pro. I hope to find an afilador with a bicycle attached to his wheel! I promise a picture if I do.
Then I rounded up all the bricks, roof, and floor tiles I could find and carried on with covering the beds in plastic to kill weeds before I plant on the new moon.
More overwhelm set in when I realized how many weights and bags it would take and that I still had to cut all the posts and PVC for the row covers. I’m doing this with my jeweler saw. Yes, you can cut rebar with a jeweler’s saw, but I hope the hacksaw I found in the bodega will be a better option. I’m going through a lot of blades.
Yesterday, I took the day off and trekked out for supplies, including a stop at our local thrift shop. Finding this excellent gardening hat and long socks for my boots helped get me back to the beds today. They make me look like Gilly, but, this is a killer hat, and no boot rash is a big plus.
More improvements! Most of what I’ll put in will be direct seeded, but I have these fancy new seed pots made of tofu containers. They’re a significant upgrade from the pizza boxes.
Something I’ve learned about housing and gardening is: there will be trial and error.
A few examples:
Our roof needed repairs, and it was cheaper to put a new roof on top of the old one. They’re both made of corrugated roofing sheets. The original is fiberglass, and the top layer, the one we installed, is corrugated tin. Felipe thought it would be too hot for an animal to nest between the two.
Guess what bats hate: wind. Guess what bats love: heat. Our roof is a bat condo. I got a sonar bat repellant, and it works-mostly. I also installed a bat house. It’s unoccupied. Why live in a box when you have a condo?
The previous owner left us many fabulous trees. But now they’re so huge they’re blocking out the sun of the citrus trees. I’m left with a sad dilemma of what wonderful trees to cut down. I’ll start with some serious pruning. Hopefully, it will be enough.
Mother addressed the issue of my surami cherries gone wild. She’s ruthless!
The small kitchen garden is now in full shade, and little is prospering. It is a winter garden. The tomatoes, which will not grow without enough sun, are too big to transfer. I’m hoping the herbs will not need to be moved…vamos a ver.
My final garden fancy for the week.
Years ago, I got it in my head that Central America should have Papasan chairs. I wanted to grow bamboo in Mexico and start a cottage industry. Felipe wasn’t hot on it, probably because he was working a grueling full-time job, growing his own crops, and raising pigs. But, I still think it’s a grand idea, and 3 years ago I bought these black bamboo plants.
This plant was about two feet when I bought it, and is now over 20 feet tall. And it has over 20 corms. It looms in my sunset view and makes me happy every time I see it. I have four others. When the dry season returns I will cut enough to dry and learn to bend bamboo.
There are many bamboo benders in Catrina, but I’ll probably learn how to do it from youtube videos. It’s how I learned how to butcher.
The full moon is a time of illumination, but what is it when it’s dimmed or blocked from sight? Darkness when we expect light is an opportune time to look within.
Today is a perfect day to get your hands and feet on the ground. Dig in your garden, pull your potted plants out for a sunbath, and walk the dog barefoot in the grass.
Do your work, wait for the light, and plan your papasan.
Wonderful meandering (like most of life) post. I am in deep with my garden as well. It is indeed a science fair trial and error sort of experience. I’ve learned a lot in my five years here…
Science fair trial.and error, well put Stan. 😊 Your harvests over the years have looked bountiful.
Thanks for being here Stan.
A great story and a very nice house and garden area. We grow two types of bamboo and I like listening to them on a windy day. we love to rat the shoots in the Spring. Black bamboo is very pretty.