2009-05-03 Sunday yard stuff

I spent most of the afternoon in the yard on Sunday. I am very late in getting my tomato plants into the garden and thought I would work on the bed before planting. I haven't turned my compost pile in ~2 years so I had some great compost waiting for me in the bottom of it.

I also had some unwelcome visitors --some larvae had burrowed up into my compost. I pulled over one hundred of them out while turning the pile and applying it to the garden. They would probably make great fish bait, but I have no plans on going fishing in the near future so they are currently living in a bucket of dirt in my garage. I will either use them as bait or feed the birds.

Turning the compost pile.

One of the visitors.

Bucket 'o Grubs.

The top-dressed future tomato bed.

The slightly cleaned-up bed with the oregano.

The long walk home.

The hydrangea are budding.

"I'm Binkley, and I approved this post."

Sunday 2009-04-05

Spent Sunday in the yard doing the annual first strike. Our lawn mower finally gave out after twenty-one years --don't you hate when that happens? I picked up a new one at Sears and took it on it's maiden voyage. It worked well, but the self-propulsion cable is set too tightly and when you start the mower you are moving out whether you are ready or not. Hopefully Sears will adjust it under warranty.

Implements of mass destruction.
(Including Binkley.)

I tilled up one of my vegetable beds.

And didn't touch the other one.
This one has oregano growing in it
so it will be tougher to clean.

The compost pile on the right
and the spot I will turn it into on the left.
(It's only been two years since I turned it...)

The strata of the compost pile.

(Please excuse the camera strap.)

Tomato cages waiting for a call to action.

Got your nose!

Oh, there it is.
Gotta' play a bit after all that work.

With all those gas powered machines
there has to be many gas cans
with different oil mixtures.

Here's another project waiting for me.
New air registers for everyone!

Those signs looks familiar.
I'll have to use them again some day.

I had to get pottery into the post somehow.

Back of the garage.

A fuzzy caterpiller with a mission.