My dad and I were talking over dinner Friday night about projects, and how many I tend to take on, and how many is too many. My mom perhaps gives me too much credit (as moms so often do) by using the analogy of Michaelangelo (the painter, not the ninja turtle) whom apparently had a tendency to take on too many projects and had to be prodded to finish older ones he had already begun. This is me to a "T", but I think that's probably where the similarities end.
However, this weekend proved itself to be an excellent example of why it can be beneficial to have multiple irons in the fire. Timing, weather, temperature, and circumstances often keep you from being able to work on one project or another, and having multiple projects going on at once means you'll always have something to do.
The basement is coming along nicely. We spent the first half of the weekend chipping, scrubbing, and mopping the layers of sediment off the concrete. It looks like they had a small flood at some point when their sump pump failed. The previous owners (a very nice elderly couple) never used the basement for much, and so they never bothered cleaning up afterwards. But we wanted to paint the floor, and so we needed it squeaky clean.
We rented a floor buffer/polisher and some scouring pads. It took the better part of an entire day to get the floor clean enough to paint.
Over the course of Saturday evening and Sunday morning, we painted the floor and got a second coat of paint up on the drywall sections of the wall. Then we headed upstairs to let things downstairs dry.
With some bonus time on our hands, amidst chilly winds and the occasional toss of snow flurries, I actually got out and about in the garden today. I weeded the garden beds for the first time this season. We patched some muddy ruts in the driveway with gravel left over from the greenhouse floor fill.
I prepped the "stinging nettle beds" along the sides and back of several buildings, getting them ready to harvest the nettles when they start coming up. I also did a number with a machete on the on the wild grape plant that consistently overtakes my giant raspberry bush behind the barn in the hopes that I can actually get some fruit off it before the birds eat it this year.
Also got to digging down in a few of my raised beds, giving the ol' Hugelculture practice a try. I dug out the garden bed about a foot below original ground level, then buried a fair bit of punky wood bits leftover from the wood shed and some charcoal from the fire pit. Mixed in some compost and coffee grounds with the soil when I covered it back up with soil.
My understanding is that Hugelculture pits can be dicey in high-clay situations like we have here in Central Ohio, so I want to give this a try before I incorporate such practices in all the beds.
My back hurts.
