It was summer-like this weekend. Warm and sunny with the occasional thunderstorm. I think we barely stepped in the house during the past three days. We've been in the backyard, pretending we live in the country.
When we moved here 4 1/2 years ago I didn't know how long we'd live here. And for the past year or so we've been feeling our country home coming to us. It's right there. We can feel it. Any day now we'll be packing our bags. So last year I didn't plant any garlic. And we still haven't planted those apple trees we've dreamt about since we moved here. It's a hard decision – how much do you do in the house you know you'll leave in the next few years, if not few months?
This weekend I realized that spring is upon us and yes, we still live here, so let's enjoy the good things that town living brings into our lives (walk to the library and the coop more often, for example) and while we're at it let's grow some vegetables.
So yesterday we started the work of putting in a 25 x 30 raised bed. It's big. Huge really, by the standards of what we have been working with. And I can hardly wait to amend the soil and get planting. This will be our first years without a CSA share since we've had kids. So bigger seemed better. I hope I can pull it off!
We use the no-till raised bed model and our vegetables are unreal. Huge, beautiful, and pest-free. I picked up a copy of Lasagna Gardening at a second hand store a few years ago and we have really run with it. I am also spending a good deal of my time daydreaming about chickens. A backyard coop is sounding pretty good right now as well.
After all that garden time we piled into the car at bedtime wearing our PJ's and drove to a local park for some frog song and bird watching. We came home tired, long after bedtime. As I type this my kids are still sound asleep, perhaps dreaming of geese and peepers; carrots and chickens. The promise of spring makes all of us swoon.