Last night we got more than three inches of rain. It was the first time I’ve seen the swales completely full of water. The rain continued through most of the day and into the night. Ultimately, the ground absorbed as much as it could, and then the swales began to fill.
All of this water would have simply run down the hill into the ditch on my neighbor’s land north of the Ant Farm. Instead, it’s soaking into my soil and hydrating the stumps at the bottom of the hugel mounds… Nice!
It only took one good frost, and the iron clay peas we planted in the summer were done. It almost looks like they were burned chemically. It’s OK, though. The deer had already cleaned all of the edible pods off several weeks before the frost came. Also, the rye grass finally got a good start. I’m getting excited at the fact that our lunar landscape is gradually transitioning into pasture.
The Egyptian Walking Onions are up and out of the ground. It’s almost like the frost did something good for the radishes and clover in the onion bed. It’s weird to see everything so brown where the iron clay peas were, and the swales and this area so green. Next year we’ll definitely plant more winter greens, even if we don’t eat them. The prospect of green during our Zone 7a winter is just too much to pass up.