|as the dogs were eating dinner the deer were 15 foot from the door|
Since he was home and the ground had dried out enough from our rains last week, he worked on the drainage ditch, aka hillside runoff and goat poop collector. Twice a year the ditch needs to be tilled and shoveled out. While it does provide us with some very nice easy to extract soil, it is a tedious job. For those thinking hillside runoff! ?! , erosion control is not something that can be remedied overnight unless you have the budget of a state highway department. It is a slow, step by step process or a bigger mess is created in the end.
While manthing played dirt remover and hauler, I worked on a few of the beds that needed more soil build up so that I could plant them this week. With what was removed from the ditch, we rejuvenated three beds and made them look pretty again.
I guess leaf peak was here after all last week. Many of our leaves are now falling to the ground, some trees are bare already and the colors are fading quickly. For me, it means my favorite chore begins and raking of the forest can commence. It also means putting beds to rest for the winter with their blankets of leaves, filling the chicken coop and goats sheds as full as I can get them filling all the compost bins, heaps and barrels up as well as stashing some away for winter bedding touch-ups. The goats also love to snack on them. Our girls would rather eat a pile of dried crunchy leaves than a bale of hay any day.
Today, I will be planting garlic bulbils and doing a reseed in the green house of the lettuce. This should keep us in enough salads for the winter that we will be sick of them come March. Contrary to popular belief, lettuce and salad greens are late fall and winter food when grown naturally. They are not summer fixings as most lettuces do not do well in hot, dry conditions. Later this week, I will be planting some Egyptian walking onions and begin digging holes for the orchard trees, which we still have not gotten. Though I really wanted to go and get them on Saturday, I needed manthing around and able to think clearly to get his thoughts on where to plant them and to be sure I was not getting in over my head trying to dig 20 holes on my own before it gets too cold. I think he forgets he is gone from home 60-70 hours a week and when he is home he is too tired to get out and work. Or maybe he just forgets that I gave up my super woman role.