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You might remember me whining about not having a real garden, only a paved yard which doesn't get very much sun because a) it faces north b) it's enclosed by houses and walls.
So, we're never going to live off the fat of the land growing our own vegetables behind the house, but we did a small-scale experiment this year with an apple-crate garden!
Last year someone in our street dismantled a shelf built from old apple crates and put it on the pavement for the recycling truck to collect. We liberated the two nicest-looking ones because I thought they would make good planters.
They ended up spending the year in the basement in the least damp room and because spring was so late this year I nearly forgot about them.

Isn't that a great label? Apparently cholito is also slang for short penis...
Being out in the rain is probably not the best thing for the paper, but the crates were going to end up as landfill anyway (or more like burned down in an incinerator).
We don't want the soil to fall out at the bottom and to protect the wood somewhat we lined the boxes, but first we had to measure the fabric:

This is the finished planter without soil:

The kid helped filling the planter with soild and then we put some seeds in - as a seed strip which made it a lot easier:

In the second crate we planted some flowers:

Aquilegia and topped lavender.
Then it was time to wait (and to water and weed):

First signs of plant life!
And then they got a little bigger:

We don't have a scare-crow but maybe the frog helps, too:

Not quite ready for harvest:

Can you tell what we planted?
(Now that I've posted this, the heatwave will kill everything!)
So, we're never going to live off the fat of the land growing our own vegetables behind the house, but we did a small-scale experiment this year with an apple-crate garden!
Last year someone in our street dismantled a shelf built from old apple crates and put it on the pavement for the recycling truck to collect. We liberated the two nicest-looking ones because I thought they would make good planters.
They ended up spending the year in the basement in the least damp room and because spring was so late this year I nearly forgot about them.

Isn't that a great label? Apparently cholito is also slang for short penis...
Being out in the rain is probably not the best thing for the paper, but the crates were going to end up as landfill anyway (or more like burned down in an incinerator).
We don't want the soil to fall out at the bottom and to protect the wood somewhat we lined the boxes, but first we had to measure the fabric:

This is the finished planter without soil:

The kid helped filling the planter with soild and then we put some seeds in - as a seed strip which made it a lot easier:

In the second crate we planted some flowers:

Aquilegia and topped lavender.
Then it was time to wait (and to water and weed):

First signs of plant life!
And then they got a little bigger:

We don't have a scare-crow but maybe the frog helps, too:

Not quite ready for harvest:

Can you tell what we planted?
(Now that I've posted this, the heatwave will kill everything!)