Just like every, or most every Tuesday, today was garden day. We planted Old Man salt bush. I collected soil mixed with sheep dung from under a tree the sheep like to sleep under, filled these slightly decomposed boxes with the soil and gathered straw from round the farm to cover the soil. Then the chief gardener expertly planted her propagated Old Man Saltbush seedlings.
The idea here is that the saltbush should have good nutrition while it establishes itself, and won’t run into the soggy boggy salty soil too soon. It’s got a tough gig just here. It’s a salt bore that’s bursting forth and running into the creek and we’re hoping to get it to soak up some of that salt.