Vince hadn’t been to the landfill in about a month. We don’t have trash pickup service out here and we always have a burn ban so it either goes into the compost pile, the chickens eat it or it goes to the landfill.
Today he loaded up everything in his old pickup, which pretty much just gets used for trips to the landfill, which is only about 3 or 3-1/2 miles away. He came back, came in the house and said “Come see what I got!” I said “Tell me you didn’t bring something home from the dump!” Yep. Cardboard.
Last year, or maybe it was the year before that, we built a keyhole garden. I wasn’t real impressed with it but that was during the summer and spring/summer gardens are really hard to grow here.
We tried it again with a fall garden and it did great. There are a few beets left, one late cabbage that may not grown enough before it gets too hot. I’ve harvested all the lettuce and carrots that were in here but I’ve planted more. I’ve been planting carrot and lettuce seeds every two weeks but I’m probably done planting those. It was 92 degrees yesterday so lettuce and carrot season is about to end . . abruptly! You can see the carrots and lettuce coming up in the front. In the back, I’ve planted parsnips and a few squash seeds just to see what they do.
Vince and I talked about building another keyhole, maybe two or three more. We have the pallets (more salvaged treasure) and now, I think we have the cardboard to fill it! 🙂
Those stacks are taller than my head when I’m standing there by them. That’s a lot of cardboard! I think it took him six trips in his pickup to get them all home. I said “Why don’t you take the trailer?” He said at first, he thought he was only going to get two loads and by the time he decided to take it all, he was almost done.
He’s pretty excited to get all that cardboard and I’m happy to get it too. Scrounging for boxes to fill a keyhole garden can be a problem.
The downside — it was full of scorpions. We surely had our share here already and didn’t need anyone else’s to add to what we had already but . . that’s life in central Texas.