The kids knew for years that their dad coveted the idea of a real, honest-to-goodness garden. Container veggies were okay but just didn’t cut it.
Now, however, the garden gods have granted my wish: it’s time for dirty work – literally.
March 19, 2018
Ellen/Reid: Well, my design and subsequent carpentry skills got called into question last week and things came out okay. The 10 ft. by 5 ft. raised bed garden is finally done and ready for dirt. It’s a double decker of sorts; two treated 2x10s stacked atop each other with treated 4x4s at the corners so it weighs just a ton and once the 19 inch deep cavity is filled to the very top it will literally weigh a ton. I dunno, as it is the wood is 300 – 400 lbs. So it’s not going to go anywhere. The reason for being so deep is that the soil here is crappy; red clay.
But the developer of my neighborhood has a gigantic pile of truly black dirt and I toyed with the idea of asking him if I could snatch 10 – 12 wheelbarrows worth of soil. Before I could ask him, however, he met me in the backyard to volunteer his front end loader to cart over several big loads of dirt. That will really be a Godsend and will save me a lot of backache and effort.
But the gardening construction isn’t done yet. Dreamed up were two smaller yet separate companion beds, one for red raspberries and the other for blueberries. I’m excited about that. Planted about 25 feet behind the new box was a bluebird box and, amazingly, not five minutes after it was up some bluebirds were flitting about to case the box out. Unfortunately, some swallows have been more aggressive and seemed to pull the rug out from under the bluebirds since the brood pair has not been seen of late.
The developer also gave me the green light, surprisingly so, to build a deck. It won’t be enormous, probably 6 – 8 ft. out from the existing deck and down a short step. But I’ll make it wide enough, 15 ft. or so, to house Miss Emma beneath it. She really needs a place of here home (ed. typo, sic) and that should be plenty of space. The extension will give the grill a landing spot, too, since where it is now, on the driveway, makes me look like a hick.
The local community college, Blue Ridge Community College, has my application to teach continuing education classes on letter and news writing. I’m not sure if they’ll accept me or not but it’s worth throwing my hat into the ring. The classes would be about 25 miles away in Flat Rock, which is close to Hendersonville.
My Des Moines friends, the Daves and Bob and their wives, will be here in early October for 4 – 6 days of fly fishing, visits to Asheville, golf, hiking and just hanging out. I sent each of them a gigantic packet of Brevard/Asheville information to kind of whet their whistles and get them excited. I’m heading to Florida the second week of April to tarpon fish with Dave and will probably make a side visit to Charleston with Miss Emma on the way back. I’ll make a separate trip down there next week for my first kayak fishing in several months.
We need to talk, soon, about tickets for Thanksgiving. My treat. My guess is you could arrive Tuesday or Wednesday. Ellen, you and Tim will likely need to rent a car, which will be on me, too. Reid, I could come and get you if you fly into Greenville, SC or Asheville, NC. Charlotte is the least cost option but is the furthest away at two hours. It’ll be fun to have everyone here. We can hike and fly fish and explore while you’re down here. Maybe the girls can see some white squirrels.
Played golf this weekend. It was the first stab at it after the Feb. 20 surgery but everything felt great. No issues or seeming complications at all. So it was good to go through the dry run and come out none the worse for the wear.
Alrighty, that’s a wrap for today. Have fun in FLA over spring break. Spring is kind of dragging its feet here but maybe dunking my hands in black garden dirt will speed up nice weather.