By 4 o’ clock we had made and carried the other 3 beds to the meadow, bought the landscape fabric for the paths and cut it to size and installed the first 4 beds, complete with fabric paths. We had a little extra help today, which obviously made all the difference. They were very keen to make sure we were doing it right. Feathery quality control.
It’s chilly! Proper winter here although not much snow. And that means we have been able to start taming the meadow. To the west of where we installed the gate into the meadow, the plan is to create 7 new vegetable beds, 2 double compost bins and as an afterthought, if I’m not pushing my luck, a wooden cold frame.
We got a quote from the excellent chap who erected the fence and fitted the rabbit wire to build said bins and beds. How much? Surely there must be one digit too many? No? ….So in a spirit of Can Do, the other half decided we Could Do and ordered the timber, delivered last week, cut to size, ready to go.
we he, made the back, central panel and sides of the first compost bin. I say we, cos I passed the screws, held planks while he wielded the tools and offered helpful comments. And I helped carry the sections into position. The back section was VERY heavy to carry from the patio where it was built to the meadow, and the ground slippery where the frost had melted. My arms are longer today than they were yesterday! The second bin will go next to this one and they will be fitted with removable front panels.
Today, as the seed potatoes are reminding us it wont be long until they need planting, we started on the beds so we can prepare the soil in time for the growing season. Clad in multiple layers to keep the frost out, we made four of the seven beds and with our arms growing still longer from the weight of carrying them into position, we ended the day with them in place and the remaining three ready to assemble tomorrow. We still have to flip them over and sink those posts into the ground. I imagine it will take longer to do than that sentence suggests. Spirit levels will be involved. And a sledge hammer.
The shooting season has finished. Time for pheasants to enjoy a nice dust bath inside the chicken pen. He spends his days hanging out with the hens, eating their food, watching what we are up to and having showdowns with another pheasant who has taken up a territory in the paddock next door. Sometimes, for a bit of light relief, he lets us chase him round and round the paddock. Like a road runner, little legs going round and round, he can easily outsprint a puffing gardener. Even one with very long arms.