Today will be spent on the computer. I have been working on a drawing of the carnival grounds for our school’s annual fundraiser, and after walking off the area yesterday, will finish that to share with the committee at our first meeting tonight. It’s always something. Yesterday, it was Valentine’s parties at school, a day I must say I dread every year.
But that was not first on my mind when I woke up this morning. I know I need to focus. But I will quickly blog instead about my delightful accomplishments that only spanned a few hours, and then I promise to get right back to real work.
5:00a. Wake up and visit with husband, who’s been up since 4:00a.
6:00a. First of the kids gets up. Drink coffee, pack lunches, make breakfast.
7:00a. Visit with the kids while they eat and joke around, my favorite way to start the day.
7:30a. Kids on the bus. I have exactly an hour to build a lasagna bed before the tree crew and their gigantic chipper gets here. No time to lose.
7:45a. First, I hand-move a mountain of pulled weeds (which I have saved over the last couple of weeks) into my largest wheel barrow. Then, I flip this year’s compost pile with a pitchfork into that spot. Lots of worms there…good. Excellent back and shoulder work, so I burn some calories to boot.
8:00a. In between raised beds (both built with a vermiculite-peat-compost mix), I cover the grass with over-lapped cardboard boxes to choke out grass growth. First, it’s the green layer. I dump the weeds from my wheel barrow onto the cardboard and spread evenly by hand; I cover that with a thick layer of newsprint to discourage any weed seeds from making their way to the surface. Next, some compost, then some brown. I layer over the compost some shrub clippings (also collected from my yard, when I trimmed my front shrubs a couple of weeks ago) about 2″ thick. Last, another layer of compost.
8:30a. I fill the wheelbarrow with as much compost (all from this season, not “entirely cooked”) as I think I’ll need. I dump that onto the newsprint and spread evenly. I then transfer as many earthworms as I can find (30-40) from my ground pile and place them on my lasagna bed. Those are “my people,” my hired, cheap-labor rototillers. Go to work, little guys.
8:30a. The area where my compost pile used to be is now clear for the tree guys to chip into. I mark a sprinkler head with a 4-foot T-post; this will likely get buried in mulch. The foreman arrives.
Ah! Looking good. I’m dirty from head-to-toe, have done my morning workout, and it all took me a little less than an hour. If it all goes well, this will be my new smarter garden prep. No tilling, no burning gas, and everything came from my yard. I’m even delaying my annual trek to the equestrian center for some free poop.