We woke up Friday
morning to rain on the forecast and all of my writing work done by 10
am. "Let's go to visit Mom," Mark suggested. I was glad to agree
because I knew my mothers-in-law would have stocked up on ways to spoil
me.
What's the key to my
heart? Lots of chocolate...and getting to play in mushroom compost all
afternoon. Last time we visited, a truckload of the latter had recently
been delivered, and I
got to spread some in their garden patch. The manure-rich soil
amendment was dark enough to make me jealous, far better than any
purchased compost we'd ever bought.
Of course the proof is
in the pudding --- how do vegetables look several weeks later planted
in that mushroom compost? The answer --- beautiful and healthy! No
wonder I got so much joy out of spreading the rest of the pile in
another garden spot Friday afternoon.
I also dropped by the peach trees
I'd adopted and
thinned out touching fruits. There was quite a lot of insect damage,
plainly visible from the gummy secretions the plants create where the
bugs have bored inside. I tried to pick off damaged fruits if at all
possible, but ended up leaving some so as not to denude the tree.
It's your peaches' turn
next, Lynda. Let me know if you want me to thin your crop!
And what a fine holiday it was - can hardly wait til next time. Such a great visit with the kids! My only dismay was the beautiful peach that may never be ? So sad! Thanks again for all the the work and help you always seem to provide just at the right moment!