We are trying to become backyard and balcony farmers. Read previous posts here.
This growing food thing is all about patience, isn’t it? That’s not one of my strong suits. While every little pot is finally producing little seedlings I’m longing for the day it finally warms up enough to get them outside. Which is kind of crazy, considering we don’t have a place to put them yet. A raised bed, in some form or another, be it concrete or wood or simple plastic bags, will have to take shape this weekend and I’ll have to get my ass in high gear to make it happen. Mother’s Day might be appropriate.
The growing and planting season in the midwest generally falls between April 15th and May 15th, and I recall Mother’s Day being a day of digging holes and filling them with ferns (not sure if there was anything else, to be honest). We would grab a red wagon and tromp a few blocks over to visit Paul and Paulette at Kellner’s Greenhouse in the Riverwest neighborhood of Milwaukee to purchase our plants. Kellner’s recently re-opened after a hiatus and if you’re anywhere near Cream City make sure to take a peek. Think of me and my brother and sister running through the various greenhouse aisles with a dog or two at our feet. And parrots. White parrots. Birds were the first things you saw– and heard– when walking into the quiet, kind of dusty garage-like structure that held large desks for accounting purposes. I remember the smell of that building like it was yesterday.
Anyways. Enough nostalgia.
I brought up bricks up there. Concrete, rather. I’ve kind of got my heart set on a cinderblock raised bed in lieu of a wooden one. Perks: no nailing, no drilling. Downsides: it might be more expensive in the long run, we’d have to water the beds more often due to the porous nature of the concrete, I might break my back loading and unloading all of the cinderblocks we would need for the project. Another cheap idea is to pop everything into buckets and make it all one big container garden. Should have thought of this before we planted, huh?
No matter. I’m counting on it to all come together. Cross those fingers for me.
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