Grown at S.P.U.G.

Our friend Richard's garlic.  Whomp.  Actually has a bit of sweetness!

Down at SPUG Farms

Well, I thought that I was going to have to come down with a (borrowed) power lawn mower and cut grass for four hours last week at the ol' South Park Urban Garden, but mind was blown instead to see that the CITY had come and cut down the tall, waving, lilting prairie grasses (?) and had even gone with string trimmers around the beds!  EPIC!  Need to get an email address and say thanks, send pizzas or maybe even 235 dollar pairs of polka dot shorts for all involved.

Went down Sunday morning en famille and puttered about:

Shit kept tight!

A lovely bed of (mostly) lettuces!

Neighborhood feline (Hecate?) catching a break

This tree is 150,000 years old!  Maybe!

Lovely peasant girl bending to plant.

Poor city child, surrounded by pretentious
ephemera.

Signage = officialdom

Yes, our county has provided our humble little community garden with a fresh sign...can't get much more official than that.  Let's hope it makes it more difficult to put a Sonic over us!

Thanks, Lisa!

The lovely Lisa of Garden Station (another area community garden and a forerunner of ours and an inspiration) dropped off this sizeable crate doodad that we will modify into a sort of toolshed! Whomp!

Scenes from a community garden

A coupla doctors, watering on a quiet Sunday night!

Daisy says: "When are you guys going to grow some of those dried pig ear things, hmm?"

Ah! Resolution!

Said I would do this yesterday, but had no chance to - still, check it! That nozzle doodad goes on the end of our 330 gallon watering tank for the community garden. Now all the gardeners don't have to rely on themselves to get their H2O to their thirsty plants! Yay, etc.

But, Nick, you plaintively mew...

...what's going on over at the garden???

Glad you asked! May have mentioned: building 10 more beds for a total of THIRTY!

Fantastic new neighbor Robert brought his trailer doodad over to St Vincent's Deconstruction Depot and helped my sorry carcass get this stuff back to the crib!

This wood weighed more than the SUN!

Am halfway through the cutting-down process - used brand new Xmas present carpenter's square and tape measure!

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Rosemary wants to paint a brick, lacks thumbs...
















Daisy is ticked that she must wear a leash while older sister can be trusted to run free. "It's BULLSHIT!" she adds:

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Rosemary looks over the grounds, sniffs approvingly!

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Those beds in full (until we make another 10 in the next week or so for a total of thirty -- yes, demand is that great!):

And lookit! Nicely laid out wood chips, which will keep the grass and weeds down AND turn to compost over the next few seasons!:

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The Bride (in Josie-supplied Xmas "Rosie the Riveter" jumpsuit thingy, no less) takes q & a from frightened participants!

"Yes, ma'am!" they all say, lower lips aquiver!

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This Bobcat-scoop of wood chips is unaware it is about to be pared down by two-thirds!

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Look at these joyful neighbors, willingly toiling! Do they seem unhappy? Nyet!

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The Bride opening cans of paint for participants to design their own brick garden placeholders!

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Here are Mark and Margot, whose name is spelled with a "t," just like our daughter Dr. Margot Smallski, MD in endocrinology!