A tale of 2 trees

Very simple testament to the power of mulch for your plants:

Tree on the left has no mulch under it. It even sits in a low spot in the yard where all the rain runoff travels.
Tree on the right I blew all the grass clippings under with the lawnmower a couple months ago, so it has a nice, thick layer of mulch under it.

In our part of Missouri, we’ve had little to no rain for over a month and a half now. My neighbor’s oaks were showing signs of oak wilt when we moved in here a year ago, now they’re disappearing like seedlings in a rabbit’s garden buffet. Half the trees in our neighborhood are dropping leaves and going dormant. It looks like November on the ground already. The dogs send puffs of dust flying every time they run. Our water bill that normally runs $30 a month was $142 last month. I wouldn’t even want to see the neighbor up the hill- who have the only green yard in our subdivision and run their impact sprinklers at least 10 hours a day from dawn to dusk every single day.

The only real blessing is I haven’t had to listen to lawn mowers all around us every weekend… but it’s been replaced by the sound of chainsaws cutting down dying trees and clouds of dust from stump grinding. I think I preferred the lawn mowers. 😦

So anyway, moral of this story is, MULCH YOUR PLANTS. If you can’t deal with the messy way it looks, then put landscaping around them, like the plastic yard dividers, landscaping bricks, rock, etc. and put the mulch inside that contained area. But mulch your plants. It doesn’t just conserve water. It keeps the roots cooler in the heat, it protects the plant from the brutality of the sun beating down on it. It keeps the soil from compacting and allows air exchange and microorganisms to enrich your soil. It attracts earthworms and it breaks down over time, building topsoil, creating nutrients and feeding your plants. It keeps the weeds down. (Anything that cuts down on my weed eating time is a good thing!)

My neighbor hates mulch. He wrinkled his nose at me last fall when he came over and asked me if I’d like him to vacuum up all the weeds and grass clippings- and I told him, “No thanks, I’ll chop them up and use them for mulch.” I was dumping bags of them around my trees when he stopped by. His granddaughter said, “What’s mulch?” He pointed to what I was doing and said, “That.” He was absolutely disgusted. He mows and uses Round Up at the base of all his trees to make nice, neat little clean rings under them with no weeds. He wants his yard to look like a city park.

His trees are the ones being cut down now because they’re dying.

-B

Gardening In Suburbia

Sigh… Ok, I know it’s been months again since I’ve made a post, but I haven’t really had much TO post about. Work, hang out with my husband and kid- wash, rinse, repeat.
Plus, as most of you know, I moved last August to Suburbia and left the orchard and garden I’d put seven years into behind with my ex husband. It’s ok. I’m not feeling sorry for myself and I don’t regret that decision AT ALL. Not one miniscule little bit. It was a lot of work, I had little to no help and even though I had all that space, land and time, it wasn’t fun anymore.

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Danny bought us a gorgeous house with a massive yard last August. The only caveat is, it’s in the middle of a suburban neighborhood- something I haven’t lived in since I was in my early twenties and didn’t care that my “yard” basically amounted to a square of dirt under the windows of our apartment, which was taken care of by the landlord and surrounded by a half acre of concrete. It was close to the hospital where I worked. I had pizza takeout and a ready access to all the Diet Dr Pepper I wanted. I had house plants. I was good with that.

But we moved here and I missed my garden. The ground here sucks. It reminds me very much of the ‘soil’ at our house at Lake of the Ozarks. Clay with layers of rock, more clay, more rock and it’s either dried out concrete texture or sticky muck that roots drown and suffocate in. So we decided if we’re having a garden here, it will need to be like it was there: raised beds that sit on the hard, crappy ground instead of spending hours upon hours amending the soil IN it.

Our deck needed to be replaced and we had a bunch of leftover lumber that needed a purpose, so Danny built me boxes. ALL THE WAY around the patio. And this is a HUGE patio. Each one of these boxes is about 10 feet long, over a foot wide and about two feet deep… and he built four of them! So I now have more garden space than I’m sure I know what to do with. Ok, to be fair we did manage to fill every single box with plants, but that’s beside the point. The point is, I have a massive garden. And my husband is a freaking rock star who goes out of his way to make me happy.

He built all of this over a couple weekend’s time. The bottom of the boxes are lined with cardboard (leftover from our move), topped with brush, sticks, yard clippings and leaves. The other neighbors burn every leaf and cut blade of grass that falls on their lawn. I probably drive them batshit crazy.

He added posts and trellis and took me plant shopping. HE TOOK ME PLANT SHOPPING!!! I made a joke about needing to buy 87 plants and he just shrugged and told me whatever made me happy.

See? I told you. Freaking rock star.

So we planted all of this and then had to go back out and put some of the seeds back in the ground after the neighborhood band of marauding squirrels decided they wanted to play in the dirt and dig up a bunch of the plants. I’m threatening to purchase a slingshot, but haven’t yet, so Danny put electric fence around it. So far, the plants have been left alone for the most part and our dog has only been dumb enough to put her nose on it twice. >.<

I have tomatoes, okra, several kinds of beans, several kinds of cucumber, squash, zucchini, sunflowers. I haven’t the first inkling how to cook squash, zucchini or okra, but Danny assures me that he can and he will show me. I’m just over the moon that I have a big garden to fuss over again. And it’s right out the back door. Talk about convenience! And doubles as a privacy screen from the neighbors. We plan on rebuilding the deck soon, but until we do, I will have a nice little spot to sit behind my plants.

My daughter also got me a wisteria for Mother’s Day. A plant I had at the Lake but was forbidden by my ex to have at the farm. She told Danny she was buying me a wisteria… he said, “Good, she’ll love that.” 🙂
Told you. Spoils me.
Not sure how he’s going to feel about modeling for Dirt. We’ll see? Better to ask forgiveness than permission? 😉

I’ll keep you updated on how all this turns out. I’ve never had to garden while paying a water bill before, we had well water both at the lake and the farm. I did at least build layers into these beds, so they should hold water well, especially as they break down over time.

Happy gardening!

-B