Thursday, May 21, 2009

Dust bath

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.

6 comments:

Mama Pea said...

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?)

Pork with Bones said...

I too love to say kumquat. Kumquat, kumquat, kumquat. Every list should end with "and a kumquat."

JudyP613 said...

I dunno, they really do look like excellent dust baths. Why ruin a good thing.

Anonymous said...

I like to say Zimbabwe. Don't know why, but I always have.
I totally understand the kumquat thing. :-)

~Amanda (gr8aunt)

Ann Martin said...

Ha! You crack me up. And here I was feeling all jealous, picturing your beautiful raised beds with everything growing to perfection...

bulletholes said...

I'd have me a plan involving Black Pepper, Flour, Milk, Eggs and a Fry Pan.