The day Vicki and I went on our outing (to Silver Lake and beyond) we came home to find Smith building a very large wooden box. He was smiling from ear to ear, like the Cheshire cat. He was a man with a plan. A couple of years ago he'd started our whole garden experience with a smaller box (about 2x3), but now, here he was building one that's 3x8!
Yes, I said eight feet! It fits perfectly at the edge of our carport and has displaced the smaller box, along with several barrel size pots. Everything was full of herbs, flowers, lettuces and whatever else Smith thought would grow, and everything has, for the most part, survived well. His goal with the bigger box is to try square foot gardening.
A few days ago he carefully measured out the squares and marked them off with string. He's planted several cool weather crops in the hopes we'd have a nice mix of fresh greens over the next month.
And maybe it will happen, but it's too bad the beautiful weather didn't last. Yesterday's sunrise was the precursor to a cold front.
Today there will be mountain snow.