Well, gardening season is on the nigh. Preparations have to be made. It's still too early to set out plants, without taking the risk that a frosty night will kill 'em dead, that is. I've been hauling out my pots and containers out of shed and getting the soil ready for flowers, and green beans. Hammer and long nail have made some drainage holes. Something I forgot to do last year, with dire results!
A new project, one that I have high hopes for is straw bale gardening. I lugged home two bales of straw in the trunk of the Malibu, and have been conditioning them for a week now. They've been staked, plastic was placed underneath them, and they require daily watering. I hung around the farm service place, where all the farmers go to get their lime, fertilizer, seeds on Saturday. Even had my bib overalls on!
The farm lingo may as well have been Latin to me though...I could not understand one word they were saying. Who knew that farmerese was such a complex language? The two office gals, both older than my 58 years, were twittering and giggling like high school girls. Men were plentiful in there. (Next time I'm single, I'll know where to go to cruise!)
Oh yeah, yeah...we're talking about straw here.....
Conditioning involves a layer of manure....and high strength nitrogen. Nitrogen is hard to find...that's why I donned bibs, and went farm girl to Custom Farm Service!
Miracle Grow, a gardener's standby, has only a smattering of nitrogen...this is the stuff the farm boys use in the field. Every other day, I sprinkle the bales with these granules, then wet down the bales. This encourages the breakdown of the bales, into a compost, which will be a more conducive soil home for planting. By the time this twelve day process 'happens' it'll be near time to plant.
As you can see, the gathered field stones will enhance my water drainage, and makes the garden prettier. I call the scarecrow, 'Dirty Dan' in honor of my ex. 'Nuff said. I can poke him, and spray him with the hose, whenever the mood strikes, he hee.
Ok....that's my farm entry for today.
There's more than corn in Indiana, y'know!