A Coronavirus Garden in the Sun
When we moved to the country in 2014 one of the more shocking discoveries we made was how many voracious animals already lived here. Deer, rabbits, porcupines, chipmunks, and rather surprisingly, the most threatening of all, mice, abound, and all those adorable critters seemed heck bent on eating everything I planted. The cheeky mice went so far as to help themselves to my pea seeds, stashing them in various locations across the property including inside the engine of my car.
So, despite being an avid vegetable gardener, I have not been able to indulge in my hobby, having to keep myself limited to a couple flower beds, hanging baskets, and plants that mice don’t have a taste for.
It wasn’t all bad.
All that is about to change because we’ve finally managed to get all our ducks in a row, by which I mean chickens, and we’re putting in a garden this year! It’s actually not specifically because of coronavirus since we started it last year, but I do think both my husband and myself feel more of a pressure to complete the project than we would have otherwise.
It’s coming along swimmingly, and better yet, affordably. My husband has built the fence completely for free out of scavenged materials (he is a mechanical genius and can build or repair anything). I can’t resist sharing a few pics with this website full of my nearest and dearest arch-enemies.
The red tank will be filled with water and we’ll use a gasoline pump for irrigation, as we don’t have enough “push” from our well to run a sprinkler down at the garden.
He welded discarded wheels together to make fence posts, attached them to some giant cedar logs that came from an old dismantled dock, and the fence is an old baseball backstop. He’s then going to pour mortar mix into the gaps and hang hardware cloth around the bottom to ensure our mousy friends can’t get in to nibble anything.
The view towards the northwest. The building in the background (also built mostly for free from scavenged materials) houses our chicken coop and rabbit hutches, and serves as the wall on one side. The chickens and rabbits were so kind as to make some compost for us, visible in the three piles.
The man himself, getting ready to backfill the garden foundation.
Frodo is wondering what I am doing in his personal domain with my camera. Little does he know very soon he’ll have taken his last dust bath in MY personal garden.
So far, we’ve planted potatoes (in tires, with hardware cloth at the bottom and top since we’re not fully mouseproof yet,) some dill weed as I’ve found mice don’t seem to care for it, and I found some volunteer garlic I’d planted a couple years ago, which remains untouched by bunny, deer, or rodent. I started some Walla Walla onions from seed, but then I then accidentally left them out overnight when I was hardening them off. 🙁 So we’re expecting some Walla Walla plants grown by professionals with better memories than I have to be arriving shortly.
It probably won’t amount to much this year, but we’re having fun with it, something that seems like it’s in short supply these days.
This guy is ready!