So here in the Northeast, we are in the midst of a Nor’easter. If you are unfamiliar with the term, it means a humdinger of a storm. As the snow whips about outside, we are safely ensconced in the house, each of us finding ways to entertain ourselves. I’ve got my fleece blanket, my rice bags and my gardening notebook.
My hopes and dreams for the garden are to grow about 50% of our food. Some of my kids are quite picky, so we will be growing a lot of the basics, like peas and carrots. We really love potatoes too, so that is on the list as well.
I have been composting straight into the garden in hopes of increasing the fertility of the soil. The soil in our yard is terrible. Before our neighborhood was developed, the land had been a horse farm. But, they hauled out the good stuff and brought in cheap fill. I know, right? Total bummer. I try not to think about it.
My composting efforts are rudimentary at best, mostly dumping our bunnies’ poop onto my raised beds. I have several compost bins going, but they are decomposing soooo slooooowwwwly. I’ll probably be decomposed before my bins are. I’ve tried adding worms, turning it, adding water, not adding water, leaving it open, keeping it closed. You get my drift. Composting, which justs happens naturally does not happen for me. But I digress.
I have four raised beds, 4 x 6 each. It isn’t a tremendous amount of space I know. I’m hoping to expand it if time, and more importantly, money allow. I am also contemplating using empty feed bags for growing potatoes and tomatoes. Internet searches have convinced me I’ve got a 50/50 shot of it working. And since I have bags and soil, it’s worth a shot. People seem to have harvested at least some potatoes from this type of endeavor.
This past summer, the deer found my garden for the first time in the 16 years we’ve lived here. This summer I will have to find a way to keep them out. I’ve always liked the rustic type of fence, also known as thrifted fencing (wink, wink). I’ve pinned several pallet fences. Not sure my dear husband will be on board. I’ll have to convince him that it won’t look like the unibomber lives here.
If anyone has found any blogs of people who are trying to garden on about 200 square feet, let me know!