When spring finally arrives, some people feel the urge to buy new spring wardrobes or remodel their homes. My thoughts turn to one thing and one thing only: soil. The way I see it, spending time and money to have the best possible soil will make everything grow better, so you don’t have to get all finicky with the plants.
That’s splurge number one. Splurge number two was getting someone else to put it where it needed to be. When you’re “of a certain age” and you’ve had major surgery a few years back, you probably shouldn’t be doing that much heavy lifting.
So not only did I go wild and buy a few yards of the best compost I could find, I asked the guy who makes it to schlep it onto my beds and rake it in. This is the same nice young man who cuts our lawn. He composts chemical-free clippings and other stuff. The compost he delivered was five years old, and it will have time to settle even more because I won’t be putting anything in the beds until Memorial Day.
Here’s the load for the front bed, awaiting delivery. I thought I’d give this side the same love the back beds got last year. This is a work in progress and I’ll be adding plants over the summer. They’ll now have an even nicer place to grow.