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Spring FEVER


Studying seed catalogs and sketching gardens and rain gardens.  Permaculture gilds and soil health plans.

Visions of flowers dance in my head!

A few years ago I started creating Hugelkulturs or berms created out of rotten logs covered with soil dug up from high spots on the edges of my yard or garden.  Before our old cotton wood trees had to be cut down, I collected the branches and twigs dropped in wind storms and piled at the edges of my yard.

I live in a small house with a small yard in a small town.  People walk by with raised eyebrows and quick glances.  My husband quietly shakes his head and goes inside. 

The hugelkulturs berms and I are doing well.  They are covered with butterfly bushes, Maximillian sunflowers, grasses, asparagus and flowers.  I continue to add soil and bits of wood I can find to the tops of these berms.  A very nice guy with the electric company dropped a load of mulch in my driveway.  However, it has all decomposed and I need to be on the look out for more.

Last year I spent bored moments digging swales.  Honestly, they are ditches extending beds and berms around my yard.  This spring will find a truck load of pea gravel and mulch dumped on my sidewalk so I can shovel in to the ditches. 

Oh, my poor neighbors.



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