I know, I know—in the garden what we plant in is considered “soil” not “dirt.” Although, what I have to deal with is heavy pale orange clay—that qualifies as dirt, as far as I am concerned. And getting the garden ready for The Garden Conservancy Open Day on July 7 means adding soil to the dirt.
Large trucks delivering soil are like dinosaurs rumbling past the dining room.
So we buy it by the yard. Today Sonji is bringing her roommate, Morgan. He’s prepared to haul four yards of Nature’s Best planting mix that was delivered this morning by Lane Forest Products. It’s going behind the newly made wall at the edge of the round garden to help ease the grade change, and give us a planting base.
Four yards of planting mix gets dumped in the driveway.
News flash—got a call from Sonji just now. They’re not coming today. And I won’t be here tomorrow when they can come. I’m off to Atlanta, Georgia in the early morning as one of the judges for the writing in this year’s Garden Writer Association contest.
So I have another exercise in letting go of it all.
It will get done—it might not get done exactly how I see it, but it will be close enough. Sonji’s a terrific worker. We have talked about how the soil should be distributed over the dirt. I’ve recommended that she use a fork to make holes down into the clayfor a little areation before putting the soil on top. We’re leaving the mixing of it to the worms. Over the years they do a very fine job.
No grass yet. # # # #
