It didn’t take terribly long to tear out the old pond liner. Although it’s brittle and full of slits, I consider it very valuable still for suppressing weeds and grass in other places. It’s heavy stuff, still, en masse, and moving the sediment and displacing the small pocket of remaining water and swamp was dirty and tiring.Could it be that easy? Of course not. Naturally, there’s an older liner beneath the black, 5ml poly, only peeking out in places, and mostly entirely buried under no less than 6” of thick clay.
That’s the bad news. There’s much more clay than I thought. Also sand, and not too well mixed together. It seems once water flowed through this pond, and left considerable sediment over the poly layer, which had original sandy soil beneath it. Now there are distinct layers, and I’ve been hours slowly tugging and working out the plastic from between the two, so that it can be tilled. Continue reading Pond-tackling day!
Washing pumpkin seeds before the last pumpkin pies of the year from my modest garden. These were very nice sweet pie pumpkins with rich golden orange flesh, and I look forward to growing next year from the saved seeds. Just thinking of how many pumpkins the seeds from one pumpkin could produce, and then how many pumpkins the following year…it’s as boggling as counting stars!
This nosy sunflower is determined to gaze over the fence into the neighbour’s yard all day. 8’ tall, and I haven’t seen its face. I’d have to go next door.
I forgot to take a picture until after using 2/3 of the largest one (seen cut), and a preceding zucchini equalling that size, which has already been turned into muffins. Muffins are my preferred method of making zucchini edible. You can’t hide something that size in a salad. Production is well into the hundreds of muffins made so far, many of which enjoy freezer cryostasis atm. While plundering local egg resources, I’ve also been using up lots of old rye flour and cocoa in the same swoop – how I accumulated so much cocoa powder is a mystery.
This is my favorite way to eat tomatoes, en masse! Wedged, drenched (or is that, “dredged”?) in fresh ground black pepper and swept with sea salt. Meow! Definitely can’t stop at just one. Like spoonfuls of creamed honey direct from the bucket when I was little, I can go through tomatoes like this until I feel ill.