I’d like to toss something out to our good friend Kunoichi. If you remember, you were commenting not too far back that you used to mow the grass in a field, or lot, across from where you lived.
You stated, well actually you said:
Years ago, after moving back to my home town and thinking it would finally be our last move (we’ve moved 5 times since then), I had lots of space and started up a new garden. The property was made up of a couple of lots, with one of them empty and basically left to its own until someone came by in the fall and hayed it (did I mention we lived in the middle of “town?” *L*). It was filled with various grasses (including lots and lots of crab grass. :-p), some alfalfa, yarrow, vetch and a few other things I didn’t know the names of. While we lived there, I did keep it mowed, but most of the time it was just a small field.
It was on the edge of this that I tried to put in a garden. All I could do at the time was till the area several times over with an ancient monster of a tiller that could barely cut its way through all the root systems. The soil was hard and difficult to hoe. What I really wanted to do was make a lasagna garden, but I didn’t have enough organic material to do the whole area.
In the section I planted the corn, I did make some attempt. In between the hilled rows, I lay down layers of wet newspaper, then topped it with grass clippings. I didn’t have enough of either do to the whole garden, or I would have. It helped keep the ground moist and ended any need for weeding in between my corn. My corn and rhubarb were pretty much the only things that grew well.
In the fall, after everything was pulled up and I was getting things ready for the winter, I tilled the whole area again. Most of the garden was just as hard to work as before, but suddenly my tiller just sank into the ground by several soft, beautiful inches. Then it would hit a hard spot again! Where the corn rows had been was still hard, but where the grass clippings and newspaper had been in between the rows was soft, gorgeous soil. The difference was night and day!
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‘Ridin Out The Recession With Dub and Deb in “Miz Judi’s Kitchen’!
Note to Readers: There are a few things that Dub doesn’t know but one thing he does know is that the word ‘Riding’ (as in Riding Out the Recession) is spelled with a ‘g’ at the end. But Dub not only walks the walk, but speaks like he is: down home, true blue, and plain speakin’ country folk.
Dub and Deb are both native Floridians, live in Central Florida, and run a small business as well. They have five children, and seven grandchildren.
Both love to cook, love to laugh, grow a garden, and generally try to “aggravate” most anyone around them basically…all in good fun, of course!
