Transition. Still here, but wanting to be there. We're moving, little by little, waiting on a closing date, and biting our nails that the deal won't fall through. At the old place, where we sleep, we are maintaining. Mow the yard, clean the house, and pack. At the new place, we mow, we clean, and we unpack. And, we plant. So far, I've moved a few select perennials, those hard to find or really unique plants, to the new house. There are already a few foundation-type beds around the house, and I'm using those beds as holding areas until we find permanent spots for them.
One of the great things about the new place is that there is a community garden just a few houses down, and across the street. The house that had been on the lot burned a few years ago, and some of the neighbors took it over and built raised beds from salvaged wood from the house. They planted cherry and peach trees, and established a compost pile area, too. Over the weekend, I talked with a neighbor who was working in the garden, and he hooked me up with a couple of beds to get started. So, Monday afternoon I'm trundling down the block with a wheelbarrow full of tools and plants. My two beds were full of bermuda, chickweed, and a few unidentified weeds. I dug up the weeds, but I know the bermuda will be back. After amending with our homegrown compost, I planted roma and rutgers tomatoes, and anaheim, jalapeño, serrano and cayenne chiles. I plan to fill out both beds with basil and annuals, like marigolds. The community garden was a big part of my wanting to move downtown, although being downtown is enough of a draw for me.
