I wanted to get in one more garden post before the end of the year. (Honestly, the whole "holiday season" has seemed somewhat unreal to me, despite the fact that we threw a lovely party and had a very nice Christmas. I hardly had a break from work, so it doesn't feel any different from any other weekend.)
Robb has been working on a beautiful low fence, to keep our hooligan hens out of the vegetable garden. We bought a book on wooden fences a while back, which was very helpful. However, we have had a good laugh at this fence, because it really does make the back yard look like a rural cemetery. Hopefully, once we paint the pickets a darker color, it won't seem so much like a family plot.
I did a good deal of pruning this past weekend. The rosemary bush, which I bought in a four-inch pot no so very long ago, was threatening to over-run our path. I filled the cover to our firepit, and when I was finished, it hardly looked like I had trimmed the plant at all. I'm calling that good pruning, rather than futility.
Every year, we give the neighbors Christmas cookies, and something from the garden. This year, everyone got a pretty bundle of rosemary along with their jam and cookies and persimmons. Garden bribes go a long way toward maintaining good relations with the neighbors. Our house is definitely the local eye-sore, so I try to stay in everyone's good graces by handing out treats on a semi-regular basis.
I finally got our garlic and shallots planted. Better late than never. The minimum order of garlic is so absurdly huge, I'm going to have to plant on our side yard, as well as in the actual garden space.
Yup. Photos of dirt. I may get my garden planted months after schedule, but I'm such a dork that I'll still photograph my feeble efforts. Oh yeah. I may suck, but I do so proudly for all to see.
If you want to see what the non-sucky gardeners are doing, mosey over to Daphne's blog, where she hosts a weekly harvest jamboree.