Under the wooly sheep like clouds of this Wednesday,
I stand by the garden’s side.
The 6 days old sown grass hasn’t sprouted yet,
But the cow coat looking cat has come again.
It has found its little hiding place into the pipe giving onto the official pond,
Which makes me think that we might do two things about that:
The fencing of the pipe and cats house.
Yes, there are more that one,
And I would call them the cow and the wolf.
Otherwise, big machines gave a little digging to the line of soil following the parking lot,
And the hole next to our garden has been filled,
As well as a very small part of grass unfortunately. But,
Giving us hope about the garden finding its place in the mind of many people,
And cats, and garden creatures, and machines.
Trying to get in a crop before winter is no easy task. For the moment, we have no water and the normally rainy fall weather has not yet replaced this lovely Indian summer. The new soil is packed down and needs to be completely turned over and our tools are far away from the plot hidden in plain sight. Not to mention that classes are starting, babies are being born and our budget is rather tight.
Despite all that, our plot is being filled in in baby steps, today’s being: garlic, rhubarb, white mustard, buckwheat and rye as green manures (an organic way to add nutrients and hummus to the soil).
We truly need a composter to get going (as well as a source for compost) as the school’s cafeteria apparently has no fresh fruit or vegetable peelings. I’ve been getting to know the soil for the last week and have not come upon one single worm. Not good.