||[Jun. 4th, 2018|06:53 am]
In a shocking turn of affairs -- i worked outside all yesterday. Yeah, i know, not surprising at all. I used the bag on the chipper and stayed attentive, thus i didn't jam the system. I almost did one time. It certainly made it easier to use the chips and shreds in the garden. Much of the chipping and shredding was of rose of Sharon that was taken down in December: the fibers from the shredding were rather fluffy and reminded me that hemp is in the mallow family.
I sniffed the black walnut drops in vodka and compared to the vodka: i think i am going to like this infusion. It's less than a week, and it's already far more appealing than vodka. I have made sage and oregano vinegars. Not enough sugar to be shrub-ready because i thought i might want to use the vinegars for something other than drinking. I don't cook with oregano that often and it's gone wild in the garden. Sage, though, i enjoy, and a splash in seltzer was a lovely drink last night.
I noticed the first exploratory runner from the mint i bought from Richters. It's supposed to be wintergreen flavored, but i'm not picking up on that note. Horseradish is doing well, but the tarragon has been nibbled or something.
In the afternoon i burned the pile of vines. It was hard to get the fire started, but with half the paper from our recycling bin and everything from the shredder it finally got going. While attending the fire i found more partridgeberry, so One Last Rescue from the orchard-to-be, with the partridgeberry, another sensitive fern, more Christmas ferns, and moss. After putting out the fire i went through the area with round-up, feeling sad about the ferns and sedges but really wanting to do in the invasive stilt grass, Persicaria longiseta (Oriental Lady's-thumb), and honeysuckle, as well as the poison ivy, Virgina creeper, and grape vines.
There, looking at the diversity of plants i intend to plant in the orchard area helps me feel less monstrous in my eradication efforts.
In lessons learned, i really should have thinned the breadseed poppies. The largest of the volunteers, at five feet tall, is still blooming and has many fat pods. The ones i planted have single tiny blooms at a foot high and are falling over.