We are entering the season of snow felt flooding forecast, a time I usually pay attention to. There were flood predictions for the Fraser River last year or the year before that fortunately did not materialize. I am very fond of the Fraser, well the few patches I have glanced at.
Finally today I got my arse down to the community garden to attend to my plot of nuclear sized weeds. What a tragedy she is this year. The flowerman kindly put some manure on my plot a few weeks ago, so that will help with the digging and pulling. The gardeners were out by the half-a-dozen and generously inquired about my book, bless them. There’s a plan to help me move some soil to my plot at the work party on Saturday — ah community at its best.
This year the soil is looking so much happier after my unfortunate attempt to drown it in peat last year. Very bad idea. I am off the peat! Quite a few of the gardens are coming to life. A couple have these space age red insulation contraptions around single plants. They are bit like swollen or inflated sleeping bags and look like they contain contraband, but I think it’s most likely just tomato plants or basil.