Nothing is ever easy… I have been saying this a lot more lately. One of my latest adventures on The Old Mooney Ham Farm is the creation of my garden plot. Choosing a location is one of the hardest decisions. A garden needs to be big enough for the crops that you want to grow. The garden will need to have lots of natural sun. The garden must have good drainage… ensure there will not be any puddles when it rains as these will not be the fun puddles to play in.
Then there is the soil. Did you know that you cannot just put a plant into the ground and expect it to produce? I mean it. You really cannot. Good dirt is a key ingredient in growing a garden. I did some research as I was preparing to do this garden… all of the other times I tried to garden I would just buy garden soil at the store and hope for the best. This time I wanted to do it bigger and better… I’m not from Texas – bigger is not always better it just means more work. We added bunny poo (they are handy for something), ashes, woodchips, a few bags of garden soil with essential minerals added and some lime. The people at Lowes always look at me funny because I shop after work in my heels. They also ask me multiple times if I would like help to my vehicle. Guess it’s not often they see ladies in heels chucking big bags of soil or rolls of fence around.
My amazing neighbor brought me a tiller to use. I had used a little one before but this one was pretty massive for this girl. As my Batman is still in an arm brace, it was left for me to do it. Well, holy-moly, this thing made me use my muscles, balance (thank you yoga), and my quick reflexes. Why quick reflexes, you ask? I had to dodge a few rocks as they flew from under the tiller, move from side to side as the tiller moved through the location just to keep it straight, and the scariest part… when the tiller would hit a big rock. It would sound like a car crash and a quick release of the tiller was most important.
Something very strange happened as I was using the tiller. I ran into something… something long as it moved 3 feet of soil as I hit it. I thought maybe it was a board in the ground… I wish it was just a board in the ground. As I dug, I found that it was… get this… a long medal pipe. I immediately took to Google and texted a couple of my friends. While I have not tracked down the ends of the pipe to find out what it is (we just altered the size of the garden around this pipe), we are thinking that it might be a gas pipe that went to a propane tank.
Remember when I said location is important? We looked at where the electric lines came into the house… the opposite side of the house. When we purchased the house, my awesome realtor had the mapping of the pipes to the lagoon. No, not a beautiful blue body of salt water. This lagoon is my poop pond. It is an above ground septic. I’ll tell you more about that another time.
I just wanted a garden to grow my veggies that I use to make salsa and feed the farm animals. This garden is bigger than the office I have at work. Guess I will have lots of stories to tell you as I go. Things may not always be easy but we will reep the benefits of the hard work and frustrations that go into this adventure.