While other parts of the country were shivering, Northern California finally got a bit of meaningful rain. I took the opportunity to transplant three baby pomegranate trees to better locations. (There's no point moving plants around in dry, dry soil.)
I also picked up two car-loads of compost from my semi-secret municipal source. Typically, they have mountains of wood chips, but at the moment they have beautiful well-seasoned compost, free for the taking. Since we got this house, I've been digging organic material into the soil, again and again. Un-ammended soil around here has the texture of concrete -- it's a dense silt with no drainage at all. One of the holes that I dug for the pomegranate tree was in soil I hadn't worked much. Even after two days of rain, the dirt was bone-dry once I dug down four inches.
This is probably the point at which I have to admit to myself that I've run out of room in the back garden, as far as fruit trees are concerned. Sure, they're all babies now. But they're going to become actual trees on day, and if I keep adding trees at the rate I've been going, Robb and I won't be able to walk through the back yard.
With the winter time change, I don't have any opportunity to get anything accomplished in my garden when I get home from from work. Tasks pile up. I'm ashamed to admit that I only just got my garlic and parsley starts planted this weekend. Oh well, better late than never.
If you want to read what serious gardeners are up to, click here for the link to Daphne's weekly garden-party.