Buck built a compost box for me. By Thursday afternoon it was full.
Part of our problems started when the irrigation water from our neighbor's land (elevation about a foot higher than our lot) broke through a gopher hole and started flooding our yard every time he irrigated. It covered my black felt weed control between the grow boxes with about an inch of dirt which immediately sprouted weeds. It also undermined our pump house next to the faucet. So, Buck pulled up the felt and filled in under the pump house. He also built berms to channel the water between the grow boxes and out to the lawn so that it would not undermine the concrete floors of the pump house or the shop.
In addition to the bermuda and crab grass getting out of control, I used some "straw" I was gifted for mulch to keep the weeds down. Instead, I ended up with some nice stands of oats. The good new was that because I set it on top of the soil, the roots were shallow and pulled up easily. It was a different story with the other.....
The store-bought squash did not make it -- none of the four plants. I got enough zucchini out of the garden to give two away and make a double batch of zucchini bread. The volunteer second-generation "pumpkini" plants, however, is hale and hearty, and may make it if the bugs do not kill them.
As I cleaned out a grow box, Buck replaced the rotting and splitting three year-old stakes holding the sides up with two foot sections of the fiberglass poles he sells as portable ham antenna towers and garden stakes.
Buck was not my only company in the garden that day. One was a pollinator, one was a plant chomper.
Only one grow box left to weed. Then the weeds in the first box will probably have grown back and it will be time to start again!
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