Isn't It Pretty?

This is the day I've dreamed of for weeks! The beds are full enough to plant - not right to the top of their 12 inch height, but a very generous 8 to 10 inches. Good enough!!

We had been buying bag after bag of humus, manure, peat moss, and vermiculite and finally got tired of it. So we drove the 45 minutes to Ann Arbor and got 1 cubic yard of their certified weed-free and tested compost. Very nice stuff. The truck made it but it was sure riding low. And Bob really was wonderful about shoveling all of that out and dumping it into the beds. Then I used a hoe to mix it in really well with the stuff that was already there. It worked quite well.

Tomorrow I can finally let my 9 year old granddaughter plant her cabbage which was given to her as just a little sprout several weeks ago by her science teacher. We've had it under lights and in a self-watering container since she got it. And it's been potted up bigger and bigger. She's quite excited about it.

My homemade potato bin on an old fireplace grate. The bin is made of landscaping fabric sewn with polyester thread (because cotton would probably rot too soon in the sun and the water) and the sides are rolled down until the potatoes get taller. It will go up to about 36 inches if needed. I'll move the whole thing out of that row before long. Like everything else this is an experiment, new to me this year. I might still adapt this into a self-watering bin. I think I could by moving the potatoes, putting some cotton wicking fabric into the bottom and out a slit in the side to a jug of water. Just a thought.

Have plants will travel. And these are just the some of the tomatoes, not the rest or the peppers, cabbages, cauliflowers, edible chrysanthemums, dahlias, yarrow... Those are here and there, in and out. Waiting for the weather to be safer. The wagon, in spite of puzzling the dogs, has been a great blessing for moving them. The rest of them have to be hand carried every day. Twice a day.