The spinach in my garden was planted too late, of course. The weather turned warm and it started bolting before the third set of leaves came in. Besides, those tiny bugs were still out there, and made me not want to go near for fear they’d get on me.
The peas came up, and are now flowering. I haven’t been faithful about watering, but they seem green and alive anyway. Not thriving, probably for the same reason as the spinach. It’s a cold-weather crop being forced to live in summertime.
Nobody has given me any grief about having my planting box there. The gardeners sprayed Round-Up around the base if it, just to keep the grass from growing up the sides. That makes me sad both because I hate Round-Up and because it means now if I ever AM forced to move the box there will be a big dead ring of poison where the grass will not want to re-grow. Where my garden was the grass may be killed, but at least it would re-grow easily if reseeded. It’d probably be even healthier than the surrounding grass, what with the encouragement of earthworms, etc. to lighten the soil.
I can’t say I’m thrilled to pieces with the production of the garden, but to be honest I guess I am thrilled with whatever I can grow at all. It is normal for a heavy carbonaceous mulch like that to take a long time to break down, like six months to a year. I’ll keep feeding it all winter with as much nitrogen as I can get, from places like my fish tank, etc. That should encourage faster breakdown of the carbon and transformation into rich compost.
The end of August approaches. It is time to set in cool-weather crops. Maybe I’ll try the peas again, and also swiss chard. My chard didn’t really respond the first time. Maybe it’ll be happier this time around.