Fig trees are out of control now that the real summer heat has begun. I built a compost pit and can now say that it is full up, owing to the massive amounts of compost able garbage from my work - I was picky-choosey and still almost got too much.
The varmints are aggressive - had to bleach my front porch garbage while I await a day off to transport the stuff.
Planted a grape next to my big back porch to provide cover while I bathed two years ago (I’ve since remodeled my bath and moved the claw foot indoors). The grape is already close to claiming half of a large wood deck, and though it breaks my heart I may have to cap it’s happy ass come wintertime.
Worms are happy. Some bins were starting to get anaerobic so I added a mess of shredded cardboard and they are happier now. I desire a much more massive herd of worms but it will take a master plan, several truck loads of horse manure, and buku cinder blocks.
I love the lushness of everything right now...
I have not planted any produce or herbs at my house, as I’m taking care of my mother’s container garden at her house and that’s enough.
Would like to have enough time off that I can start foraging wild edibles again (I have an excellent book on the subject)
Wish I hadn’t given a former friend my only copy of Possum Living... I find as I grow older that people are utterly unreliable. When I hear one give an oath toward such and such I just shake my head, sigh, I know how this one ends...
Mosquitoes are bad in the swamp where I live, and one day, if I grow enough wanna-do, I’ll build French drains and tile drains and fix my crappy land which I love.
Hubby went through a spell many years ago of searching out all the wild edibles he could find. Lasted for several years before he stopped. Still have the book around here somewhere. Saw it about a year ago. Can’t remember where.