Yaaaaay spring. It's on, at Chez Chaseman.
Juno is amazing as ever and already has most of this years crop ready to go, and the rest are hanging out in tiny pots in our living room.
Thats the badass hearty winter kale in the upper box, and its new neighbors will be snap peas and tomatos, if my sources are correct. I'll have to get Juno to chime in on the full layout for this year.
True to our pattern so far, we have once again added another bed this year. This time its a tiny gated community of herbs and flowers, that has the added benefit of flattening off a little inside corner that was always a pain in the ass to get with the lawn mower.
So far, it isn't very dense, but we'll be adding some more starts as they move outside. Currently we have chives, lavender, borage, and a columbine.
Last year's new bed never did very well, and we just let it fall away, pulled the bricks down, and turned the dirt over with our load of mulch at the end of the season. Which turned out lucky becomes sometimes... you get an inkling in your head.
On occasion, that inkling becomes a plan. And even rarer, that plan becomes a pile of wood.
Given enough time, and a couple beers, and that pile of wood might start to resemble a structure. . .
The next thing you know you've got big holes in your yard,
And then some fool goes and puts fuck off giant cinderblocks in there and you know you're in trouble.
Do you . .
Feel . . . like . . .we're being watched?
Luckily all my activities passed the inspection of my favorite neighborhood construction advisor, and I was given the go ahead to continue with the plans.
Which are for GRAPES!
Or, alternatively, a place to keep Juno when she misbehaves.
Who knows if we'll see any fruit this year, as we're planting starts... but I'm enthusiastic for them. I didn't think we'd get anything from our raspberries the first year either, but they managed to produce a few treats to reward our efforts. Hopefully the grapes will follow suit.