OK, the last entry said "finish orchard". That's a lie. It will never finish, just as the rest of the farm plantings will never be truly finished. But, it's the process that's meaningful. I told my self this "truth" over and over again. Tomorrow morning I have to get up at 4 am to go get Marianne and I'm certain my eight-hour day in the yard will come into painful focus as I try to get out of bed.
The day was dry and cloudy, perfect for yard work actually. I'm not sure I ha a goal, other than to spend a full day on various back yard chores. |
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I started with easy jobs. Planting four forsythia in our sandy soil was a ten minute job. I consider these to be glorified weeds, but when they show off their bright yellow after a long gray winter, they are among my favorite weeds.
I also planted the last of the fruit trees, an apricot called "Hungary's Best". Of course I had to get that one, right Putchica? (However M's family name is spelled.) |
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At the other end of the field, I added five current bushes and a half-dozen raspberry plants. If these grow and bear fruit, it will feed either us or the local birds.
Across from the berry field, the "perennial" field was going in, with considerable hard work. The far side was a mixture of 100-year-old sod and more recent building debris. Clearing a couple square meters (20 square feet) took two hours of I'm-going-to-be-sore-in-the-morning work. |
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My last planting job was to sew a kilogram and a half (three pounds) of (wild?) flower seeds. The idea is to have some color among the wild grasses that naturally reside our there. The spreading was not too tough, but raking over most of our orchard area was a final straw. I finished though, just barely, but finished enough with this part of the property.
At the end of the day *, it felt pretty good knowing there were all kinds of plants getting ready to grow and block the view of the ugly brown barn behind us. We'll see in a month or two -- or a year or five. |
Final tree inventory (front to back, left to right):
- 3 Accolade Flowering Cherry
- 1 Marina Cherry (sour) - ripe middle July
- 1 Regina Cherry (sweet) - ripe end of July
- 1 Sylvia Cherry (sweet) - ripe July/August
- 1 Ontario Plum - ripe Aug
- 1 Williams Christ Pear - ripe mid-August to Sept.
- 1 Charneux Coast Pear - ripe October and later
- 1 "Earliest" Apple - ripe July
- 1 Rebella Apple - ripe September
- 1 Rotor Boskoop Apple - ripe November (and storable)
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Bush inventory
- 1 Buddleia Davidii - Empire Blue
- 2 Viburnam Pl. Mariesi
- 1 Star Magnolia (unplanted yet)
- 4 Lynwood Forsythia (back fence)
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Berry inventory
- 2 Willamette Raspberries - ripe mid June
- 2 Early Rubin Raspberries - ripe mid July
- 2 Bristol Raspberries - ripe end July
- 2 Ribes Nigra Titania - (black current)
- 1 Ribes Rubrum Rovada - (red current)
- 1 Ribes Rubrum Johnkeer Von Tets - (red current)
- 1 Ribes Sativa, Weisse Wersailler - (green something-or-other)
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- 1 "House Plum" (Hauszwetche) - ripe end Sept/mid October
- 1 Large Greegage Plum - ripe mid Sept
- 1 Ontario Apple - ripe December (and storeable)
- 1 Hungarian Best Apricot - ripe end July/August
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* Post-script.
Mrs. Werner dropped by and introduced herself. She is the mother of the man from whom we bought the house and she had lived in it for 30(?) years. My German is (still) poor, but it was fun listening to her stories. She told of standing in what was now the ground floor bathroom and heating water in the original washing tub. Then she'd move them to the washing machine and heat up a batch of rinse water. Only then, could she ring them out over the through-the-wall draining board. Her apartment was upstairs, with a kitchen in the room that is now a bath and a living room in what is now the master bedroom. Her brother Theo had the downstairs (except the washing room). Out in the barn, she told of years when she had to wake up in the dark and, wearing a lantern around her neck, go out and milk the cows. People were tough before electricity and running water!
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