Blaska Experimental Work Farm
(and penal colony)
Goal this year to raise thickest asparagus spears ever
The soil is hungry
Growing up on the farm, swear I saw Father taste the soil. Have not inherited that practice but your bloggeur does like to get down and dirty. Back in the day, we had a real live compost pile on the back 40 here at Blaska Experimental Work Farm (and Penal Colony). Every fall the unlettered field hands ran the rototiller over the pile to aerate the discarded kitchen waste. Come spring the rich black soil would be spread over the garden and (especially) the asparagus beds. (Noticed first spears Wednesday 04-28-21).
Sometimes. Then came various construction projects. Pottery-quality clay from the post holes for the privacy fence, leftover gravel, and god knows what else (not that He cares) got dumped on the pile. Let me know if you need free fill.
These days we throw our banana peels, coffee grounds, egg shells, and flower stems directly onto the garden. Even cardboard toilet paper tubes, cut into strips. Almost everything but meat and cat poop. Clean chicken bones? Sure. Over the winter that stuff goes into a bin just outside the back kitchen door. Come March, its stinky contents are thrown onto the soil, then promptly tilled in with our Stihl KombiSystem (one powerhead takes attachments to till, trim hedges, whack weeds, edge sidewalks, prune bushes, etc.)
Who peed on the peas?
April 12: Clockwise: Last fall planted bulbs for purple Iris reticulatum; bloomed on March 28! Love the chartreuse nine bark bush. Bloodroot in the shaded woodland blooms are lasting. prefer the yellow daffodils for show and erect posture.
This is the mini clover seed we sowed into the existing lawn May 2020. As you can see, the seed is microscopic. So we scored the ground with the planter and then just broadcast by hand. More here.