I’m so excited to try this and so happy to have heard about it. A gardener friend of mine turned me on to this and if half what the book promises is true, my gardening career is saved.
I love fresh produce and each year for several years I have planted a small garden. Each year in August I finally give up overcome by the weeding task. I never plant a fall garden. Each year I wonder if it’s worth it. We have such a short growing season and we are not blessed with an abundance of water.
Just as I was counting the cost once again, these were the promises I found:
- little or no weeding
- 50% less water
- 5 times the harvest of the equivalent space in a traditional garden
So the boy and I put it together yesterday, mixed the soil and planted for the fall.
New square foot garden
I’m excited to see if all my gardening dreams come true. If they do, we’ll build a bunch!
We welcomed a little Jersey heifer calf to our farm about three weeks ago. If all goes as planned, we will have a full-grown cow in milk to keep her company in the not too distant future. 🙂
We lost eleven chicks in one day. ELEVEN!! I called the hatchery thinking that this last batch was the last I would order from them. It turns out that I accidentally ordered the wrong bird. They tell you on their website that these birds can’t handle the altitude above 5000 ft. We’re at 6503 ft according to Google Earth.
You might be wondering why it would matter. Well, these chickens have been bred for meat. They gain weight as fast as possible, using as little feed as possible, for as short a time as possible. Great idea except their internal organs, particularly their hearts can’t keep up. So my four-day-old chicks died of heart attacks. Ah! The wonders of agricultural science!
I ordered 25 birds and I can expect to have zero survive. I’m going to see if I can salvage them by putting them on a feed with a lower protein content to try to slow their growth. We’ll see.
I was warned some time ago by a software engineer turned rancher that there was nothing like this life, but not to deceive myself. There would be train wrecks.
The City Girl Farmer 