The garden is done. There's a bit of tweaking left to do — I need a few more posts and I didn't have enough cash to get all the plants I wanted from the farmer's market — but all the hard stuff is done.
And of course right after I'd spent all day drilling together the cedar boards and filling the box with black dirt, the neighbor walked over to tell us that some of the garden is on his property.
I thought he meant that it was an inch or two over, which is certainly possible when you're determining yard boundaries based on where people are mowing, but he pointed out some stakes that he said marked the property line. If he's right (my brother doesn't seem sure on the point) then he owns several feet of what we'd thought was Matt's yard and my garden is an Act of War.
I feel very guilty. Somewhat annoyed that I'm just finding this out now after the frame had been sitting out there for a week, but mostly guilty. Even if he's completely in the wrong, I've been Inconsiderate. And a raised bed doesn't go away. That's an insult that will stay there for the duration, taunting you. Every time he looks out his window he'll be reminded that I'm a jerk.
(We may actually end up moving the bed to the horizontal configuration I'd originally considered, but that would be a lot of work so... we'll see. At the very least I'm on Charm Offensive duty for the rest of the summer.)
So, what did I plant? Two crazy tomato varieties, a black
Nyagous and a
Green Zebra (I'll go back for a
real heirloom next week, after some research), and an
Early Girl because I'm impatient. Also from the farmer's market: three Jalapenos, two
Kentucky Colonel Mint plants (the first of many), and a rhubarb. I stuck my Lovage (a celery substitute) from last year in the ground; I've yet to use it for anything but I really hate buying celery.
I'm trying to only plant what's cost-effective, so no onions, carrots, lettuce, etc. Except for the tomatoes and peppers, everything will be perennial. Sometime this week I'm going to pick up some lemon verbena (for a cocktail recipe I have), a Habanero, more Kentucky Colonel, some chives, and more tomatoes, because I refuse to believe that you can have too many fresh tomatoes.
I wouldn't be so concerned with considering yourself Inconsiderate. He should have told you sooner.
Start keeping and butchering your own poultry and then maybe you can consider yourself inconsiderate when they start waking him up at 6 am.
Maybe you can placate him with a garden fresh cucumber. I'd forgive just about any transgression, real or perceived,for a couple fresh cucumbers. Maybe I'm just easy that way.
If I lived in the country I would seriously consider doing that, Noble Joshua.
Laura, I'm startled by your fondness for cucumbers of all vegetables (they're one of the few foodstuffs that's only edible when pickled), but you're right that some sort of offering would seem ideal. I'm still trying to figure out what to send over.
The recent "butcher your own chicken" article on Slate was quite good. Had an excellent link to a how-to blog.