Since three full-grown Ponderosa trees have departed from our backyard it became possible to raise a garden. We named the trees Curly, Larry, and Moe. Curly was rotting and declared very sick by an arborist. Larry blew over last year in a windstorm that brought down six trees within striking distance of our house. Moe would have been touching the side of our house but the former owner had cut out a section so it wouldn’t touch the roof. However, it was growing one side of its roots under our house and when the wind blew the whole house would squeak when Moe swayed.
So, after Moe was removed, I got a tiller and tilled the backyard; that was an entertaining challenge when I hit Ponderosa roots. Then I put down five cubic yards of quality dirt purchased from the gardening store in trenches and then planted them with all sorts of foodstuff. The big surprise came from the assortment of squash. We planted them all and as it turned out one of each of the four varieties would have been plenty for the two of us. However, we planted thirty-three and that was more than enough for us and all of our friends. I have been giving away about five to ten nice squash every day.
In an effort to make our house fire-resistant as possible I have removed about eight stamped-down thirty-gallon trash containers over the last two months. Then to get the pine needles off the roof I climbed up and swept them clean away; they were especially a problem in the V shapes between the various portions of the roof. That looked good, so I stood on the top of one of the chimneys and took this picture.
This shows about a quarter of the garden. To the right are some of the squash. In the middle are some potatoes, and just touching my shirt sleeve are some of the tomatoes. When Larry fell he went from where the light green decorative plant is just this side of the pallet leaning on the fence all the way over to just barely touching the house across the distant fence. That tree couldn’t have been felled by an arborist any more safely with their usual preparations.
That’s my story, so it’s time to get down off the chimney.