I have four square raised beds right outside my kitchen door, what I euphemistically call the herb garden. I like to grow some lettuces, spinach and herbs right by the door, so I can nip outside and cut what I need for a meal real quick like. I grow more in the main garden, but it is nice to have some just steps away when I'm in a hurry, darkness surprised me, or it's raining.
That was the plan, anyway. The free ranging chickens have taken over the beds.
He looks like he owns it, doesn't he?
They think I built the beds as dust baths for them, so they kill anything I try to plant there.
I have a plan involving hardware cloth, garden staples, fencing nails and a couple of kumquats. Not really on that last, I just like saying kumquat.
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Your reference to "kumquats" struck a note with me. When we owned a restaurant a guy who was one of our cooks, every now and then (just because he felt like it), would make a noise like a kiwi. I couldn't begin to imitate it but whenever I'm in contact with a kiwi, I think of him and that silly noise he used to make. (Hmm, wonder what a kumquat sounds like?)
I too love to say kumquat. Kumquat, kumquat, kumquat. Every list should end with "and a kumquat."
I dunno, they really do look like excellent dust baths. Why ruin a good thing.
I like to say Zimbabwe. Don't know why, but I always have.
I totally understand the kumquat thing. :-)
~Amanda (gr8aunt)
Ha! You crack me up. And here I was feeling all jealous, picturing your beautiful raised beds with everything growing to perfection...
I'd have me a plan involving Black Pepper, Flour, Milk, Eggs and a Fry Pan.
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