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Sunday, April 16, 2023

The Cutting Garden



 
Strider helping, as always, noble in his trailer of sh—

Earlier in the year, my mom and I decided to create a cutting garden. After 17 years of habitation, love and care, the farm’s house garden has reached a state of English cottage-inspired maturity, filled mostly with roses, iris, hydrangeas, and hearty perennial plants. We don’t generally cut more than a vase or two per season, so this year, we’re adding a garden just for cut flowers. 

Because, apparently, there wasn’t enough to do already 🤪



We talked about building raised beds, like the ones in the veggie garden, but ultimately decided to plant directly in the ground instead. Given our long, hot summers in Georgia, raised beds dry out quickly, and require expensive, bagged gardening soil to fill them. So we’ve hand-dug each bed, edged them with brick, and using free, well-rotted horse manure to amend the soil. It’s been a long process, waiting on weather, and doing all the work by hand. Work harder not smarter around here 😂 But now we’re ready to plant dahlias! We’ve got 70 tubers to put in the ground this week, and hopefully some beautiful photos and arrangements later this year. 




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1 comment:

  1. My family’s first Doberman was named Strider. Regal beasts and absolute nut jobs but Dobermans reign supreme in the canine realm….in my humble opinion. I always love the Doberman references in your novels.

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