When I was in my twenties, during the garden season, I would work 8-10 hours a day and also garden for a couple of hours before work and a couple of hours after work. I sometimes wish I still had that energy and stamina, but life is so much more peaceful now than then, so not being able to put in so many hours ain’t so bad. I wish I had pictures of those years-ago gardens, but they all burned up in the Great House Fire of 1985. You’ll have to use your imagination if you want to see what those gardens were like.
I saw my first stinkhorn mushroom in that garden, under the shade of that asparagus. The shaft of the pink stinkhorn popped up through the strata of rich sheep shit that mulched the ‘sparagus patch. It looked like a ‘sparagus, a little, but whoa, was it ever the wrong color. And what it looked like! That the Latin Family name for these, the Phallaceae, should give you an idea. The full name for the common stinkhorn is Phallus impudicans, which for a scientific name is downright graphic.
It’s the first week of June. Spring has been cool and very dry. Our “normal” range of rainfall for this time of year is three to five inches a month. In the last few months I don’t think we’ve gotten more than two or three inches of rain. Last week, turning over logs with a grandson, looking for bugs or whatever, we found an estivating earthworm, curled up in a little chamber it had made, waiting for wetter weather.
Wishetwurra Farm, where we have not applied water, is a dry place right now. One spring purchase for the garden has been about five hundred feet of the new (to me) style fabric soaker hose, which has worked out very successfully.
Here’s the start-of-the-month photo-tour….
Inside the greenhouse, it’s green.
We’ll do some garden close-ups in the near future.
Meanwhile, do the rain dance for us, OK?