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I have a No Man’s land full of every kind of weed between my property and the adjoining property. Not only is the area really ugly, the switch grass invades the beds — an assault so powerful it overwhelms the clover, which does prevent seeding, but can’t prevent rhizomes.

But the light is partial, the soil is bad, and I don’t have time to ameliorate. So I decided to cover up the entire area with black plastic weed blocker from Fedco, as you see.

Here’s a close-up. So now the beds are defended from weeds by the plastic, which hopefully will cause everything underneath it to rot, and by the clover (which I think, since it is so tender and succulent, is also bait for woodchucks). The few weeds that remain I can pull, and soon the sheet mulch will protect that area as well.

Wildflowers, I hope, and not weeds. Read the rest of this entry »

This is yesterday’s box. It’s posted today, out of order, because I went out and planted the rosa rugosa immediately instead of blogging! I also planted the bleeding hearts: Read the rest of this entry »

Your huddled Amish, Somalis, your urban exiles… Read the rest of this entry »

I figured I’d better get at least the bushes into the ground ASAP, so I planted the Rosa Rugosa immediately; no rosebush can possibly be truly happy with its roots in sawdust wrapped in plastic. I used the same process I used for the trees, so if anything fails, it will not be for want of consistency: Hole big enough to fit all roots without bending them (how would you feel?), hole deep enough so the crown is level with “the ground,” seafood compost packed tightly round the roots, clay-y soil cap over the compost, and enough water. (I put the hose nozzle right into the soil and blast; when the soil moves, I know there’s enough water. And never too much. Because I don’t think there can be too much.)

And here is a close-up of one of the roses, showing some compost, the clay cap, and, above all, the thorns. These thorns, just like the raspberries’ thorns, form a living fence against invasive animals: Humans who want to walk in the garden, and the occasional deer who wanders across the street.

Which, I now know, is not the same as Fedco pickup day! And a very nice way to spend a rainy mid-day.

Among other plants, I picked up some Rosa Rugosa, which I will use to frame the entrance to the new path. They’ll be near the sidewalk, but I figure a “Beach Rose” should be able to cope with all the winter grunge thrown up by the plows! I’ll take a shot of the box I came home with later, maybe. It’s hard to stop buying stuff at Fedco, but then, not knowing what I was doing, I seem to have created many small niches that perennials will be happy to fill. I like systems that return good results when I don’t know what I’m doing!

OK, so this measurement is really two days old, and I don’t know how to read the scale anyhow, but whatever, I’ve got a new metric!

Note to self: Do not put directions in your pocket and then forget which pocket. Do put the directions in a baggie and nail it on the post near the instrument (at least until you remember what the directions are). Going in situ is almost always the lazy way; it’s like writing set-out information right on the jug instead of keeping a notebook, for example. Why create a new information flow if you can stack functions by leveraging an old one?

Anyhow, posting to a blog doesn’t count as work.

As in a recipe, “have ready” your bundle of trees (Fedco coats the roots with damp sawdust, and wraps them in plastic bubblewrap), a wheelbarrow full of compost (I use seafood compost from Landscape Supply), a water source (for example, a hose), and a shovel. Dig a hole for the tree with a shovel.

Here’s the variety of hazelnut I got. Not too tall, cold hardy. Follow me below the fold as I plant #1: Read the rest of this entry »


For a certain stratum of Maine society, Fedco tree pick-up day is practically a religious holiday, and Fedco is their Mecca. Lots of trucks in the field that served as the lot. My neighbor and I made it in early; above is the as yet unravished hazelnut section, with the trees tagged and planted, or rather embedded, in damp sawdust.

I wanted hazelnut trees as a small step toward an edible landscape, a polyculture; because hazelnuts, being smallish, do not steal sun or endanger the roof; because nuts pack a lot of nutrition; and because hazelnuts are cold hardy — even as the Gulf of Maine warms, the winter is still something to worry about.

In another part of the warehouse, here are some people:


Of course, planting trees does imply thinking more than a few months ahead…

Zero defects? Sure.

NOTE One thing I noticed is that Fedco never asked for an ID or a phone number when I paid with a check. Crazy, or crazy like a fox. I don’t recall having dropped so much at a retailer in quite some time. In fact, I bought too many trees.