>I uploaded the rest of the pictures from the Memorial Weekend trip we took to Oregon. I’m not going to write about it, but if you care you can see the images via this flickr photostream (clicking the image will show any commentary that goes with it). It was a blast.
Last year I built a couple raised beds, but it was too late in the year to get any planting in. This year, though, we are ready . . . this past weekend we got them ready to start producing some food. In total there are three beds we will plant in; each took about a yard of earth to fill.
Before I filled the boxes with dirt, I unloaded a year’s worth of household composting and mixed it into the straw base. After the top layer, our compost can was full of the blackest, wettest, stinkiest compost you’ve ever seen.
I got the soil from Marchie’s Nursery here in Missoula. I was going to get just one big load delivered, but not knowing exactly how much I would need, I decided to just take the canopy off the truck and haul it myself. Julia was teaching a dance class, so I did the first load/box myself. Here’s what happens when you set the camera down to do some real work and you have an obnoxious teenager that takes a bit much after his grandpa watching over your shoulder:
It was hot, dirty, sweaty work but I enjoyed the hell out of it. I think I am going to fill in the spaces where the shape isn’t square so it is easier to enclose. We can’t decide if we are going to just figure out a way to cover the boxes vs. deer or just fence the whole space. I have a little while before that decision needs to be made. Now, we just have to accept that we have introduced the neighborhood’s premium catbox facility for all the local felines, the little bastards. . . .