Beautiful and inspiring, buddy. The yellow thing you believe to be mullein looks like primrose to me. Not sure if you planted it, I've never seen mullein look like that but it could be a different variety than I'm used to. The thing with spines that don't hurt appears to be a wild bramble. Those are not my friends in the garden, they will root in your hugel and take it over. Those rhyzomes can pop up a long way away.
For ants, I built some stacked stone walls and the ants and slugs are not an issue anymore. I know there are a bunch of toads and lizards living in there but maybe some snakes too.
My poor wife is now used to me getting a bunch of rocks and "installing" them somewhere that I have seen bugs or slugs. I have gotten pretty good at it, and they last a long time. I have to buy them from people tearing out their landscaping so I get maybe 50 at a time, and I just make a pile until I have enough. We had some fire ants around here, but now the areas that have rock piles nearby I haven't seen a colony this year. Concrete chunks will work but I don't like the way they look or the strong base they can make nearby. I may do more of that though to be cheap, just not near the house.
Standing on the shoulders of giants. Giants with dirt under their nails
Tj Jefferson wrote:The yellow thing you believe to be mullein looks like primrose to me
You are right, I've finally found some mullein and it is different. There are lots along the roads towards Campbellton.
I've also seen tons of wild chicory too, so if ever I want this in the garden I know where to go now, I'm glad.
I noticed something interesting with this wild bramble, the roots are strong and they split easily. I've been looking
for something to make cordage and all I had was spruce roots. They make better cordage than bramble roots but a lot
harder to harvest. Also I pull bramble out of my way all the time so...
And were getting close to a full loop, November looks like spring but it sure feels different.
At this time everything is ready for the coming Winter.
2017 was an awesome year I just wish I had more time to document it.
The last harvest from the garden. These were so sweet!
In early Summer I was a bit disappointed with wild bergamot so in my impatience I decided
to throw all the content of my seed packet in the patch. Nothing came out so I thought ok well
I'll content myself with what I've got. But now, surprise surprise, these seeds are waking up!
I've got sprouts everywhere!
The nights are getting colder and I'm concerned for my chickens. They seem fine.
This is grooming time.
What's this white stuff??
Commercial eggs are so uniform! As for my hens one gives me ping pong balls, the other gives me
cones and the last one lays miniature eggs. One ping pong and one mini here, so small!
Can I select for cones? That would be funny, cone eggs.
Commercial eggs are runny. I can't really tell the difference in taste. The chickens don't eat
much feed, they forage all day.
At first they wouldn't come out of the coop. They don't like snow, they like to hang out under fir trees where they can still scratch the ground.
I knew I was asking for trouble when I put the coop there. It was relatively flat ground and now I
was about to pay for my laziness.
What a mess! The chickens wouldn't come down.
yuck!! My punishment for being lazy stupid.
The chickens approve my choice of location. The coop is stiff and is relatively easy to move.
November is a dark, bleak month but sometimes we get special treats.
I feel so lucky to be able to live moments like these.
I was wondering about how the chickens would do after the first storm.
Everybody I spoke with were skeptical because the coop was not heated.
Turns out they did great.
But they don't like snow. They always kept to the path.
From time to time I find these laying around on the snow after strong winds.
I don't know what they are but they survive the cold.
I was concerned about fresh water for the chickens. A pail of warm water will stay
liquid for a surprising amount of time even down to -25C. The chicken learned to
peck through the ice that forms on top. The bigger problem was me keeping up with
the shoveling. One day the tractor broke down and I had to walk a kilometer twice a
day to get them water. Just before and after work. That was real hard.
This is the end
This is the end
My only friend, the end
Of our elaborate plans, the end
Of everything that stands, the end
No safety or surprise, the end
I'll never look into your eyes again
In May 2018 I had to quit my cosy job. The new one I got is full of stress and requires an insane
amount of my time. One summer week I worked 95 hours. This is a problem around here our
job market is pretty shitty. Minimum wage part time or sell your soul, your choice.
I lost the chickens to predators and my garden to weeds. The sudden jolt brought depression
and hopelessness. I was expecting this but it is still a difficult period. I now live with "the others"
who know what is going on but are not conscious enough to be touched by this knowledge.
On the bright side I'll be debt free soon maybe then I'll be able to survive with a part time job
and get back to doing real work.
2018 can be summarized in a couple of lines. The perennials are holding on against the forest.
The tomatoes self-seeded and gave me fruits. I also harvested greens, squash and paprika
despite complete neglect. The most memorable event of 2018 was discovering monarch
caterpillars munching on my orange butterfly weeds. I've never seen them around before, ever.
Time to end this thread. Thank you for all the comments, apples and likes :)