technonaturalist

I know there’s always something to do in the garden but seeing as it feels like we’re starting from scratch (even though we’re not starting from scratch we’re restarting from stopped) it currently feels like an insurmountable task list that will never end added to the other insurmountable task lists that will never end for the rest of my life.

Adulting amirite.

Like the day I started putting down pavers for the aquaponics. It involved scraping an area larger than a single paver as flat as I could with this random piece of plank I found lying around (we have a ridiculous amount of junk in the garden, some of it is ours and some of it seems to have been buried by previous occupants, this one was ours, and I did eventually find a more reasonably sized piece of plank to use), stomping all over it as though my weight would be enough to compact it properly (near enough is good enough!), placing the paver, adjusting the paver, checking with a spirit level to make sure it was flat, adding or removing dirt under whichever side needed it, checking again, rinse repeat, stomping on paver to make sure it was stable and that the dirt underneath was properly compacted (with the added weight of the paver I should definitely be able to compress the ground!), checking again to make sure it was still level, rinse repeat until level. Then go get the next one (the first two I took from the neighbouring raised bed, the next one I had to go one raised bed over as the other neighbouring raised bed had a tyre on top and I wasn’t quite strong enough to pull it out from under the tyre), make sure it’s level with the first paver, and then do all the stuff I just did with the first paver with the second one, and then check to make sure it’s both level with the first paver and also level. Iterare ad nauseam.