It’s time to plant trees in our lot of mud. Today, I dug 25 holes with a spade and planted 9 trees. These were seedlings last year, just babies. I am not as young as I used to be and I didn’t have a beach-ball for a stomach then…
Tomorrow I will finish the hedge and move all my seedlings out of doors to get used to the new environment. The wind is the biggest problem. The fragile plants need to be staked so they don’t get threshed by the wind. I have a veranda that will make a sheltered spots for the youngest seedlings, my pines. I transplanted them to larger pots and they need to grow a bit before planting in the earth or larger pots.
When I dug up the seedlings I planted last year, I had a chance to examine their growth. They look near perfect to me, a good balance of stem and root and new leaves are bursting out up and down the stem. It’s going to be a good year.
It’s always a decision how close to plant trees in a hedge. I no sooner had the thing laid out as I planned when “the little woman” reminded me she wanted to intersperse some reddish-leaved bushes. They can go where they want… Anyway, in two or three years we will have homes for songbirds and food-stops for bees in my yard.
Another surprise: “she” wants a crop of corn. Since my garden is not large enough and her patio is not yet built, I have permission to plant a good sized plot of corn at the back of the house. I will be a hero if that works. I have been a poor farmer of corn in the past but she loves the stuff. I should put in some extra effort.