So the real work set in this past week with some long, looong rows of black mulch to be laid (raise soil temp, keep in moisture, keep out weeds), thousands of plants to go in the ground (tomatoes! peppers! eggplant! melons! cukes! zukes! squash! strawberries! herbs!), and the weeds to keep on top of all the while (lesson of the week: if you hoe 'em right the first time you don't have to go back to save the peas a second time... in theory).
And I quote Chris: "We're not gardeners, we're farmers. Leave the love at home."(translation: "plant them, don't fondle them.") The next day, less stern, was "this is jazz, not math" (translation: "put one in every other hole, but don't obsess over counting.")
Focus day was a success for all(but maybe not a pleasure?) with a cinnamon twist on the bread, some sumptuous strawberry yogourt to greet us Sunday morning, and some quality quick local/organic food facts to hand out to the masses that will bombard us at the Locke Street Market in less than two weeks! Urban ag activities are soon to be unveiled...We got some sun, we got some storms, we got more Aussie visits, and best of all (I say), we got 200 DAY OLD CHICKS!!! Toooooo darling to describe...
Outing of the week: Busker Fest in Dundas.
Technical term of the week: farmer: person who works in the moment, but not tooo in the moment. Antonyms: gardener, plant-fondler.
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