|Italian Peppers, Cayenne Peppers and Sweet Peppers|
|Potatoes. These are yellow fleshed from PEI, not russets like I wanted, but |
I was late buying them so I'll be happy with what I can get.
|Beans. I'm planning to dry these for baked beans in the winter.|
|Red Cabbage. This makes the best coleslaw at Christmas.|
|Celery. I don't often buy celery, but I use loads of it when I grow it myself.|
|Chives. This goes into just about everything.|
|Sage. I've never had sage flower before.|
|Crab apples. I might get enough to make a few jars of jelly.|
The first few handfuls weren't too bad. But as I got below the top layer there was a smell. Not a nice "fresh cut grass" smell but a "what the hell died in here" smell. But Chuck needed the wheelbarrow and I needed mulch so I kept going. The smell got worse.
A word about anaerobic decomposition - You can stop a train with this. The smell truly defies words. I was just about gagging on it as I spread the rest of the grass and gave serious thought to burning the leather gloves I was wearing and I'm sure there was much speculation among the neighbours about what exactly I was doing with that shovel.
But you know what - I have no marauding critters in the garden. I also switched to plain old straw for the remainder of the mulching.