Early last week, a fri
end, who knows my penchant to get in the car and go, asked me what I was up to. Before I could answer, he spotted my hands and told me that it was obvious.
Later that evening I picked up my copy of The Chronicle, and when I found what I had written last week I noticed that the tag line at the bottom now said that I was semi-retired. My hands wanted to protest, but the rest of me decided that that’s not a bad place to be.
Yes, I’m traveling more and am helping the kids, but I also have more time to garden and watch birds, two things that I have enjoyed all my life.
On March 26 I saw the ground in my garden was about right and I pulled my roto-tiller out of the barn. The ground worked really nicely. The next morning I made another pass with the tiller and planted peas. When I wanted a bit more tilled space for onions and spinach I found the ground too frozen to work, so I waited until after lunch to complete that day’s projects.
In the process, I found a short row of spinach I had planted last August. It looks west and took the brunt of what winter had to offer but looks quite promising. I will do that again this year.
A few hours later, in an Amish shop I visit, I told the proprietor about my day’s activities and he pleaded that I not tell his wife, because it was too cold to garden right then. I didn’t argue but my peas are sprouted and I bet his aren’t. It’s beginning to look like a late start this year.
Several days later, with input from the wife and kids, it was determined that I should plant 50 asparagus roots. I found another brief weather window and dug a trench a foot deep and wide and 52 feet long. Despite rather wet soil I put them in last Wednesday, just barely covering the plants.
I’d like a brief shower to settle the soil around the roots. When I see growth emerge, I will add a bit of dirt to cover it eventually filling the trench in the next month or two.
Beans, cabbage, broccoli, lettuce and beets are my targets in the next weather opportunity.
Another project underway is building an electric fence about my fledgling retirement orchard. For the first year I boxed my young trees with four pallets. Now the trees are too big for the pallets but too small totownship. If your martin houses aren’t up, get moving. On April 6, I added six new birds to my year’s list. At least the birds think spring is near. Spend a few minutes to enjoy the spring migration and the new arrivals in our yards.
As a small child I remember my grandfather helping dad and mom husk corn. My parents hoed a lot of strawberries and picked a lot of fruit and produce when I was getting started. Why shouldn’t my grandkids see me helping their parents at this point in life?
