Saturday was Planting Day 2015 here on the hill, our first on the property and something we've been planning since before we even knew where we were going to be living. When we were in Portland we had a pretty decent backyard garden the last couple of years - roughly 72 square feet plus potted herbs, peppers, and a pumpkin patch in the back corner - but we knew when we had more space we wanted to expand the variety of what we were growing and add some flowers and other things, so a lot of thought and many sheets of graph paper had gone into plotting this new space.
The rear of the property faces north and gets unimpeded sunshine from rise to set, and constitutes the most open and spacious part of our land. The half closest to the house we intend to keep open for recreational purposes, but that back half is ripe for development, and we've got plans for all of it, the first stage of which is the garden. Because the soil on that part of the property is a touch clayish, and also because of a gopher or two roaming beneath the topsoil like chubby vegetarian sharks, and a touch for cosmetic/management reasons, we opted to go with raised beds filled with a mixture of native soil and potting mix, in our case Kellogg's, not to be confused with the cereal people, although hopefully our veggies will find it as delicious as we do Frosted Flakes.
Most raised beds these days are built of wood, as were a couple of ours back in Portland, but after a couple of years with them - especially in all that rain - we noticed deterioration that while it wasn't an immediate problem would be in another couple years. Even now that we're in a dryer, milder climate, we're not trying to rebuild the garden every seven or eight years. We're here til they roll us out, possibly longer if we end up haunting the next folks, so we wanted a garden that could stand the tests of time and weather and grow old with us. Which meant we needed a do-it-once material to match our do-it-once mentality. Which is why we went with cinder blocks.
Once the soil was in, the quadrants marked and the seeds sewn, it was onto phase two of Planting Day 2015, as well as the initiation of stage two of our overall backyard development plan: the orchard. Our idea as it stands is to start with a pair of four varieties - cherry, peach, apple, and pear - and line the far edge of the property with two rows 15 feet apart. We started with a pair of cherry trees because they were short enough to fit in the back of our truck without hanging out - it's a twenty-minute, leaf-shearing drive down a state highway to the closet tree purveyor - and because they offered us the shortest time between the present and homegrown fresh fruit.
One of us did the digging (each tree required a 2'x2' hole) while one of us did the supervising and selfie-taking. Planting Day 2016 will feature two shovels. Regardless, forty-five minutes, two blisters and four expletives later - mostly when the wheelbarrow of dirt tipped INTO THE HOLE - the job was done and we were the owners of two finely-dug holes, if I do say so myself. The trees were positioned, the dirt reshoveled, everybody took a good long drink of water and Planting Day 2015 came to a happy and surprisingly snag-free end.
We capped it all off by slow-grilling ears of fresh corn in their husks and four drool-inducing pork ribs procured from a local farmer as a part of a half-pig purchase Perry refers to, frequently, as "The Other Mrs. Horton."
Next up, we build the rest of those beds and fence in the plot, then lay down some red lava gravel so we're not weeding between rows all summer. But those are jobs for another weekend. Til then, thanks for reading, and cheers.
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