For six years in the desert he wandered. Searching the parched landscape for an oasis that may hydrate his soul, feed his mind, and nourish his flesh. A flame was burning in his guts like a fire in his heart. He often thought his heart was burning as it beat the conga in his chest. This heart-burning what was it? From whence did it come? He had a fading memory of something leafy green in his mouth. Another memory was a hint of the taste of a tomato freshly de-vined but the store variety had steadily been replacing it with it’s own flavor of no-flavor. step after step after step after step until,As the sun set in the eleventh hour of his twilight he saw his redemption. It came as he flung his body towards the edge of the dietary madness called fast food. His eyes saw a yard, attached to a house, he could afford…
Ive lived here a year now and only had my first salad a month ago. ten or eleven months to get the soil in shape and wait out the frostiest winter ever. Four separate nights it took to finally freeze out everything I had growing prior to that.
Fast forward through summer and I focused on composting just about every bit of waste that came through my kitchen. Started some new seeds I ordered online for new variety. And we are here…
PVC pipes left over from another project made an improvised irrigation system that works by sticking the hose in an open end and it dribbles out a series of holes drilled along the lengths of the pipes.
Peach tree in the fore ground should bear fruit in a couple more years.
I have various other projects going at the same time. Like an adobe firepit and a chicken coop but more on those in a later post. Thanks for checking in. Until next time,
~yod
Back Yard Farming. In Phoenix! 