Raised bed building

It’s finally getting close to outdoor planting time, although judging by the weather outside this seems dubious. To prepare for the planting which will happen in June judging by the weather reports,  we built a raised bed this weekend, and contrary to my expectations it was really quite easy. First we went to Home Depot and purchased some untreated cedar. You don’t want pressure treated wood for a garden because it leaches arsenic and hexavalent chromium (made popular by Erin Brockovich). Yum. I was not ready to eat arsenic tainted veggies, so untreated pine or cedar is what we went looking for. To comfortably fit the wood into the truck we went with 4 x 8 foot boards, and we picked up some metal brackets and outdoor wood screws.

cedar boards

cedar boards

Carefully sweeping out the garage we laid out the materials – table saw, cordless drill, level, square, brackets and screws. We forgot the stakes which will eventually anchor the whole thing together to the ground.

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To begin with, we trimmed the ends of the boards as they’re usually not milled very precisely. You want square edges so that you end up with a square bed. Then it was pretty easy – align the edges of the long and short piece, hold firmly in place, and use the cordless drill to attach the screws. Repeat the process on sides two, three and four. When you’re done, check with the square and level the alignment of the edges to make sure nothing is too far off. Since the floor in our garage is not perfectly level either, we didn’t worry about it too much. It’s a garden bed not a museum piece.

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To complete the second level was equally as easy – stack the boards on top of level one and screw in the corner brackets. Then arrange the flat side brackets and attach those too. Add a few outdoor screws to the edges of the bed if your wood is a bit warped like ours, to ensure a tighter fit. That’s it! Your raised bed is done. I estimate the whole process took about 45 minutes, and that’s going nice and slow so I could take pictures.

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The bed was rather weighty when it was done, I estimate about 70-80 lbs, so we hauled it out to the backyard together and began another important step – stripping the sod. We used small rocks to delineate the edges of the bed, and went to town with a newly sharpened spade. It’s hard work. That’s why I didn’t do any of it. I tried, I really did, but even with all my weight on a sharp spade, the blade barely penetrated the thick sod. Luckily the bed wasn’t overly big and the job got done in about a half an hour.

stripping-the-sod

At this point all the books tell you to shake the excess soil off the roots of the grass and till the remaining soil to give plant roots more room. That might work somewhere else, but not in Calgary. The thick, moist clay was impenetrable and resisted all our efforts to be tilled, plowed or even moved. This is uber-clay and it was liable to break the spade before it budged. So we gave in and just plopped the raised bed around the stripped area to be staked down the next day.

Somehow the photo of the entire finished thing didn’t make it off my camera, so I’ll post it tomorrow. In the meantime can someone tell the weather to smarten up? It was 0 (32F) here this morning. It’s MAY!

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A new adventure

 

Recently I was asked to contribute a recount of my adventures in the dirt by a wonderful site www.meadowwoodgarden.com.  I found it looking for some information on tomato growing, and found a great informative site, with lots of tantalizing pictures of how-to’s and veggies. In a great show of support they’ve asked me to write a series of articles about my first garden in a northern climate, and I was too happy to oblige.

 

 

Please check out www.meadowwoodgarden.com for the first in this series, and a big welcome to all the Meadowwood readers!

 

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Bugs: 1, Me: 0

 

We moved into our current house in March two years ago. What with all the unpacking and sorting out bus routes there was absolutely no gardening done that first summer. We did reflect on the fact that the flowers are lovely, and clearly someone with experience planted them – there was something blooming all summer long.

The second summer was the summer of benign neglect. We cut the grass mmm… twice and in our infinite wisdom decided to leave the clippings on the grass as compost. Yeah, well that only works when the clippings are not say, six inches long. What happened in our reality is that the clippings blocked out the sun and wilted much of the grass. The flower beds were weeded sporadically and not thoroughly and everything wildly bloomed and died without any interference.

This year I determined things would be different. Armed with photographic evidence and knowledgeable co-workers I got a load of advice on yard and garden maintenance, and on the first snow-free weekend scheduled my brother to come and help rescue the yard.

 

neglected flowerbed

neglected flowerbed

 

yep, it's a disgrace

yep, it's a disgrace

another poor bed

another poor bed

 

 

I was ready with all the implements of a well-equipped gardener: brand-new sheepskin gloves, secateurs, a rake and several garbage bags. I drank an imaginary brave beer and went to town. The first garden bed was a great success. I trimmed all the dead foliage, pruned all the bushes back, raked up all the debris leaving groomed black soil instead of the brownish messy tangle that was there. The second bed went much the same.

The third, fourth and fifth beds were in the backyard. The sunny, warm, welcoming back yard. It was such a beautiful day and every single spider in the vicinity was in complete agreement. I saw the first one sunning himself on a large rock, but it was just a baby, and I was determined to get over my fear. He scuttled away like he’s supposed to (in my books anyhow), and all was well. I was congratulating myself on handling the whole situation maturely and without undue hysterics. Then I saw his big brother. On the same rock that the little one was on – this one was at least three times his size, with gross big legs and excellent momentum. Unfortunately his sense of direction propelled him directly towards me, and with a girly shriek I moved quickly out of the way of danger. My resolve was shaken but not gone. I simply decided that bed can wait.

 

 

Approaching the far right bed I was on DEFCON-1 alert for anything with more than four legs. At first it all seemed quiet. And then I saw the largest spider I’ve ever seen outside the Rocky Mountains. This sucker was the size of a toonie. And he was haulin’. The involuntary scream I made was loud and unprintable. The leap I made would have made an acrobat proud. Within milliseconds I was back on the safety of concrete. With quiet dignity I passed all the tools to my laughing brother, and said ‘That’s where my contribution ends. You’re on your own.’ 

The rest of flower bed clean up went splendidly. I did what I do best and offered constructive suggestions from the safety of ten feet, while my brother finished all the work in my new sheepskin gloves. The beds look great, by the way.

 

 

restored flowerbed

restored flowerbed

much better

much better

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