Yup, there it is. Our future garden plot ::fingers crossed::
It's roughly 10x25 feet. It has more dog poop on it than I should admit to anyone.
Little back story: My husband and I purchased our first home back in May 2012, much too late to plant. But the yard was huge (way too huge), so gardening was in the plan for this year. Having come from a long line of farmers/gardeners, my grandpa imparted me with the good sense to prep this plot of land for planting.
So as it stands, this little plot is our normal Denver dirt, which I've heard through the grapevine is incredibly clay-y. What that means exactly, I don't really know yet. My dad and grandpa came up with the tiller in fall and tilled in the dead grass (killed first with a little grass killer) and added whole bunches of "organic matter." This is code for sheep poop.
I notice no smell, but my dog was in love with rolling in it. Awesome.
Fast forward to February, when I start actually reading my garden books and realize, oh crap, I need to start seedlings of some sort. So I will be attending a seedling themed day this Saturday at Tagawa Gardens and hopefully start gathering some supplies. I know I need to get on the asparagus and onion ASAP. Asparagus isn't as critical since it takes several years to get edible produce out of it, but might as well get it started.
I'll admit, my previous attempts at growing herbs from seeds have not boded well. But I'm gonna try a few this year and if they don't work, I'll buy transplants. Easy peesy right?
It's roughly 10x25 feet. It has more dog poop on it than I should admit to anyone.
Little back story: My husband and I purchased our first home back in May 2012, much too late to plant. But the yard was huge (way too huge), so gardening was in the plan for this year. Having come from a long line of farmers/gardeners, my grandpa imparted me with the good sense to prep this plot of land for planting.
So as it stands, this little plot is our normal Denver dirt, which I've heard through the grapevine is incredibly clay-y. What that means exactly, I don't really know yet. My dad and grandpa came up with the tiller in fall and tilled in the dead grass (killed first with a little grass killer) and added whole bunches of "organic matter." This is code for sheep poop.
I notice no smell, but my dog was in love with rolling in it. Awesome.
Fast forward to February, when I start actually reading my garden books and realize, oh crap, I need to start seedlings of some sort. So I will be attending a seedling themed day this Saturday at Tagawa Gardens and hopefully start gathering some supplies. I know I need to get on the asparagus and onion ASAP. Asparagus isn't as critical since it takes several years to get edible produce out of it, but might as well get it started.
I'll admit, my previous attempts at growing herbs from seeds have not boded well. But I'm gonna try a few this year and if they don't work, I'll buy transplants. Easy peesy right?
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