I got this idea yesterday. Since I recently picked up a load of composted horse manure (that has no smell) over at the farm, why not try try to grow some chard indoors again? It’s the middle of October and my chard is still going strong outside, but I’m not sure how long that’s going to last. We’ve already had a few nights below freezing. I’m waiting for the big one – the freeze that puts an end to all my gardening fun.
In total, I have around fifteen plants. None of them grew very large because I trimmed them for consumption quite a bit. Let’s just say that Laura and I didn’t go hungry this past season. We ate like rabbits. Between the chard and the kale, we almost had too much.
I was going to fill up just two buckets (those 5-gallon plastic ones I bought for my garden while I was in Florida) with compost to begin with. But as I began filling them, I thought of all the inefficiencies of performing the same task over again another day. So, I filled them all, transplanted most of my chard and brought the buckets inside. Now, we’ve got two buckets on the kitchen windowsill and six more on the floor next to my desk. I’m in the middle of trying to figure out where to put them so they get the most sun.
If I can fit four plants in the front window, I think we’d have some pretty good luck. That window gets tons of sun. I may try to set the rest up on a table in the bedroom, in front of that window. That location gets the same amount of sun. It should be fun to see what happens. They’ve got good soil and light, but if things don’t work out, I’ll just dump them back in the garden.
Since gathering all this compost last week, I haven’t been able to sleep. I knew I had more room and I knew there was more compost (the reason I’m calling it compost is because it’s been sitting out since spring). So, Laura and I decided to head back over to the farm today for another load. We went, I shoveled a truck full of crap and she took took pictures of horses. I’ll show you the photo she captured of Piper running toward her when he realized she had arrived. He is now fully aware that she brings cookies.
When I was finished shoveling, I wandered over to say hello to him. You can pretty much give him kisses if he thinks you’re going to feed him. Very gentle horse.
After we came back to the house, I unloaded all the material into our five raised beds. They are now full. I’m counting on having them settle over the winter to give me room to top everything off with a topsoil and lobster compost mixture come spring. If things work out, we’ll never have had better soil.
My kale is still doing well outside. It’s slowed quite a bit, but it’s not dead yet. From what I read on the interland, kale can last into November – even under snow. I have tossed around the idea of bringing a few of these plants inside as well. I’ve got nothing to lose.
Lastly, after I recovered a bit from all that shoveling, we went for a walk in the woods up behind Don’s house. He’s got a beautiful trail that snakes down a hill and ends up following a brook. Most of the maple leaves have now fallen and we made tons of noise walking through them.
The goal with our walk was to get to the bridge and to take a break for some photo ops. She did all the picture taking. Not for long though because the sun was falling and we had to get back up to the road before it got dark. Another day in Maine finished.