Food Forest inspiration.

My wife has had a veggie garden for the past ten years in two houses. It always struck me as too much work for too little harvest. Add in the fact that the garden plants are annuals and I think our garden costs more per pound than a trip to Whole Foods.

I want perennial plants to feed me so I only have to buy them once. And I would like them to be native, or at least well-enough acclimated to the mid-Atlantic region where I live so the plants can tend to themselves.

Reaching back to my childhood, my immigrant grandfather had a fig tree in his yard. I always thought it was purely decorative as I never saw any fruit on it. I found out long after the death of both my mom’s parents that my grandfather was eating the figs as soon as they became ripe. His tree was barely cold tolerant enough for where he lived. I know that figs have been bred to be cold tolerant enough to survive winters in Chicago.

For Father’s Day in 2020, my family gave me a baby fig tree. It yielded its first fruits in 2021. In late summer 2022, I noticed a plant sprouting at the edge of our yard with distinct human hand shaped leaves. Some bird or squirrel planted a second fig tree for me. In spring 2024, there is a fruit growing on it. Hopefully the fruit is good.

Food Forest (pt. 1)

I love the idea of foraging for food. Ever since my friends and I used to gorge ourselves on blackberries & raspberries in the woods as kids.

And there’s a little bit of woods behind my house.

This weekend my wife went to an event to collect seeds from native plants and she came home with some Paw Paw seeds.

If you’ve never heard of it, the paw paw is the largest fruit native to North America. I’ve heard of them, held them, but never tasted them.

So I planted 13 paw paw seeds in the woods behind my house.

Hopefully some of the seeds germinate and survive long enough to grow fruit.

I learned after I planted them that I’m going to have to wait five to ten years before they yield fruit.

Modifying the utility trailer

Last year I bought a utility trailer. Mostly because I was tired of putting Yurt bits on the roof of the Excursion. But also because I knew I was going to need to haul things I didn’t want inside my baby.

Today, I needed to hail a cubic yard of gravel, but the open sided utility trailer was just the wrong tool for the job.

I think I’d get home with almost zero gravel.
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Garden Storage & Workspace (Phase 1)

Birthday present for the wife this year is a space for working and sitting and storing tools and materials for the veggie garden. *

It’s a wee space, but it has room for all the bits & bobs she keeps in the garden.

Phase 1 complete

In addition to storage, she has a bit of a work space and a place to sit so she can commune with her plants.

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Irrigation Manifold

Four years in this house and the plan for the vegetable garden is finalized. (I think. The wife might not be settled yet.)

Five raised beds surrounding a garden shed / work space. But now we outgrew the irrigation system that I threw together when we were prepping to be out of town for two weeks and she didn’t want the garden to die.

I’m a gas utility worker by trade, so I’m used to working with valves and fittings, but water isn’t something I deal with on a regular basis.

Completed irritation manifold
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Getting stone(d)

Shortly after we moved to the new house, I spotted this stone in the woods behind my house. Originally, I planned to haul it out of the woods when we replaced the fence, but since the fence was down for the mulberry tree, I moved up the time table.

It took me a few hours with the come-along to get this stone out of the woods, now I need to get it to the front yard

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The Cursed Swing Set

At the old house, we had an ancient wooden swing set for the kids to play on. I wasn’t going to move it to the new house. My wife convinced her father to buy one for the new house as a Christmas present to the little ones. All we had to do was to pick one out & he would break out the credit card.

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