It’s sitting there, meditating or maybe brooding like some sort of sentinent being. But something is definitely going on inside. Something wonderful, or so I’m told.
We, and many of our fellow residents ponied up and purchased composters two weeks ago in a town-wide promotion. I’m supposed to feel better about myself for saving the earth somehow but it’s not reducing our amount of waste very much. If it helps the garden though, I’m all for it.
The booklet that came with it says to load it up with primarily kitchen waste. I’m thinking fruit flies (and starting to see them already when I open up). Frequent turning is supposed to alleviate this and prevent foul odors. They also said not to put it very far from the house so it won’t seem like a chore to make the trip out. I sincerely hope they’re right on all counts.
It is done. They’re all in the ground. This years contestants are:
Cherokee Purple
Big Beef
Japanese Truffle
Rutgers (‘natch)
Old German
White Wonder
Mr. Stripey
Amish Paste
Roma
Chocolate Cherry
Sungold
Sweet 100
Beets are bustin’ out all over. We’ve got three kinds: Red Ace, Early Wonder and Cioggia.
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Primo had his first lesson on lawn mowing today. He did a nice job on the front for his first try. Once he gets through his training period we’ll start paying him. Maybe in August. He’d probably do better making Nikes in Malaysia.
While we feel strongly about our tomatoes, some people in this world get violent about them.
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